I am half white and half black. And everyday of my life I get asked the question "what are you?" I have to explain exactly what I am, even though I tell thwm the same thing everyday. None of the black girls like me because they think I try to act white, and they critisize me because they think I dye my hair blonde, but the truth is I was born with this hair colour. I mostly hang out with white people, because I have noticed that I am more accepted by them then by the black group.

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