(Mixed boy) I didn’t choose my parents so I have no control Over my underlined skin tone Father is black mother is white so both cultures had me confused on who I just might resemble or be society labels me black just because I’m not 100 percent you see but that doesn’t always mean I identify with that if you ask me I think it’s kinda wack why can’t I just be me and society accept that My white friends say I’m too black they don’t like the way I wear my hat or that I like to get tats My black friends say I’m too white and I don’t understand the true fight or struggle of the dark skin brother but they don’t know my life and who are they to strike my pride and my ego just because god didn’t make our skin tones equal I see no color I choose to rather love one another though I understand both sides but can’t say I one hundred percent identify With either I like and despise things on both sides of the meter At the end of the day I’m just me one biracial human apart of a racial bias society We all bleed the same and have that one ending play where we return to whom we were made so to say my pigment and culture makes me a little strange is really your insecurities with your own identity and my boldness of knowing and expressing my authenticity So stay true rep neither red nor blue Add flavor to this life put in your own pepper and spice don’t follow the norms with blind content instead question and inquire on how we get from A to Z while remaining me and not conforming to what society wants me to be
(Mixed boy)
I didn’t choose my parents so I have no control Over my underlined skin tone 

Father is black mother is white so both cultures had me confused on who I just might 
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(Mixed boy) I didn’t choose my parents so I have no control Over my underlined skin tone Father is black mother is white so both cultures had me confused on who I just might resemble or be society labels me black just because I’m not 100 percent you see but that doesn’t always mean I identify with that if you ask me I think it’s kinda wack why can’t I just be me and society accept that My white friends say I’m too black they don’t like the way I wear my hat or that I like to get tats My black friends say I’m too white and I don’t understand the true fight or struggle of the dark skin brother but they don’t know my life and who are they to strike my pride and my ego just because god didn’t make our skin tones equal I see no color I choose to rather love one another though I understand both sides but can’t say I one hundred percent identify With either I like and despise things on both sides of the meter At the end of the day I’m just me one biracial human apart of a racial bias society We all bleed the same and have that one ending play where we return to whom we were made so to say my pigment and culture makes me a little strange is really your insecurities with your own identity and my boldness of knowing and expressing my authenticity So stay true rep neither red nor blue Add flavor to this life put in your own pepper and spice don’t follow the norms with blind content instead question and inquire on how we get from A to Z while remaining me and not conforming to what society wants me to be

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