I was born to a Black father and a Euro-Asian mother. I
was a love child. My mother had been married twice
before and had children from those marriages. All were
White. My mother was mentally ill and was hospitalized
when she was pregnant with me. She was on 9
psychotropic medications, and the hospital told her she
wasn't pregnant although she constantly insisted she was.

When I was born, I was addicted to the medications and
had seizures. I was immediately placed in foster care, and
about a year later, I was adopted by a White couple.

My entire life I've felt like I was on the outside looking in.
When I was 3 years old, my parents took me to a
psychologist who asked me to draw a picture of me and
my family. I drew my family, but I drew myself way off to
the side. The therapist asked my parents, "What are you
doing to this child." It was not their fault. They just did not
know what was wrong, either did I.

Growing up, both my features and skin color changes
dramatically. You could not look at any picture that was
taken of me, and see the me that I am today. I was born
with Carmel colored skin, then became Hi-Yellow, and
now I'm a light Honey complection. My nose is keen. I
have full lips and curly hair. I am constantly asked, "What
are you?" like I'm some sort of mixed pedigree dog. it
doesn't bother me anymore because I have enough other
things on my plate, and I cannot deal with ignorant people.

I am discriminated by both Whites and Blacks although I
identify myself as Black and am proud of that. I do not
deny my natural mother's ancenstry, but in America, if you
were 1/16 Black, you were a slave. That's extremely deep
to me.

I've been spit on, threatened to be lynched, called nigger,
hi-yellow bitch, Puerto Rican Bitch. The list goes on. I am
a threat to the police. They assume I am a drug dealer
when I grew up in an Upper-Class household. White
women, especially the elderly, fear me. They leave an
elevator on the bottom floor when I enter, accuse me of
robbery or atleast think I am going to do so.

So that's my story. I can go on for days, but you all can
relate to this I'm sure.

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