My baby, she is Dutch and African American

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boomboomhiro:

My mother told me that once when I was about three, I sat down next to my dad and tried to color my foot with a black crayon. She asked me what I was doing and she said my reply was that I wanted to be like my dad. Most people probably see me as just a random Asian person. I myself will never forget the other half of my origin nor the man I strive to be like.

Layla: Irish and African American.

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curlskinksandcoils:

Shyanne

gradientsofidentity:

“Other people identify me in whatever way makes them the most comfortable. I represent, to some, the ambiguous race that can adapt to the comfort and whim of whoever is speaking to me or is around me. Often, I become a representation of all ‘biracial’ or ‘mixed’ people and exotified as ‘pretty’ because I am touched with the ‘privilege’ of having golden skin that does not make white people as uncomfortable as my darker peers. I am identified as being ‘a good one’ - light enough to assimilate into the spaces of whiteness, black enough to be forever an outsider. As if I want  to be accepted into whiteness. My allegiance is assumed for me. I cannot possibly identify as being ‘black’ because my skin betrays me as mixed and therefore an outsider of both groups even though the presence of my pigment forever subjects me to racialized discrimination. I am identified as the token of racial difference without being too different.

I identify myself as biracial. More and more, I am refusing to separate white and black into two ‘halves’ of me as if there is a dichotomy or permanent binary not allowing them to meld. Recently, I have begun to recognize the part of me that represents the oppressed and its mix with that which represents the oppressor. I identify, proudly, as a black woman some days…until someone asks me or points out: ‘are you mixed?’ as if there is no way it can be up to me. It is hard to go on and on about my own self-identity when I spend more time qualifying how the rest of the world sees me…my identity is so far mostly defined by what I tell people I am not. I do identify, simply, as biracial, adopted, heterosexual, curly haired, black feminist, and sister/daughter/girlfriend of a loving family.”
 
- Willa

Half Black and half White

curlskinksandcoils:

Madison

Pakistani-Irish-Ukrainian

Recently remade my blog and I’m looking for people to follow :) 

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Me and my mom. I’m half Black and half White.

Black, White & Black Choctaw Native American :]

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