I am a culture bandit like Vanessa Hidary. "A festive fruit platter on the inside." It took me a long time to come to terms with that.
When I was a youngin', I was told to be black. I grew up in a house full of caucasians... acting anything but what I knew, was simply impossible. When I was older, I constantly wrestled with the idea that color showed through on content and not just hue.
It should have hit me the moment I asked my chicas to teach me Spanish. It should have hit me when I set out to learn French on my own. Several classes on history and human studies later, I should have taken it as a hint.
I am neither black nor white. I am a mixed child. Physically black and white with a diverse heritage behind it. I am yellow, brown, and red too. Avenging my dead relatives by loving myself for all of my history. Growing up is confusing and I guess it has to be for us to become the full circle cultural bandits we were meant to be.
Adios. Ciao. Peace.
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