Is the question I’ve been getting since birth. When I learned to talk my answer is and has always been “my mother and my father” … They’ll cough up a fake ass laugh and then “ok but really what are you mixed with” … I inhale as deep as I can. My mother and father are both black. My mother and I happen to be the same color and her parents are also black. “Well there has to be something because of your skin and your eyes.” I smile and say nothing.
I already have to face not feeling black enough. Then you have to tell me that I’m not.
I am who I am. I love Jesus. I’m a daughter, a sister, a friend, and a wife. I love The Office and I’m black. You can say anything and think anything that you want but at the end of the day, I’m black and happy to be alive.