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My relationship with my identity as a black woman has always been complicated. As a mixed and pretty white passing person, I've always felt (and been outright told) that I'm too black for white people and too white for black people. 1/?
I was raised by my mom's side, the Greek side. My brother and I are the only black people on that side & the only other poc is my cousin's girlfriend. I've always had little contact with my dad (yay drug addiction!) & his side, which led me to identify more with my Greek side 2/?
It took me a very long time to figure out my place in the world as a black woman. Tbh, I'm still figuring it out. It was confusing, especially as a teenager, that I was black enough to be called the n-word, but white enough to be told that "I'm not actually black, just brown"3/?
As a biracial person whose always had trouble with identity, I'm more confused than I ever was. I am horrified and enraged by everything that's happened, but there is still a part of me that's telling me I'm not actually black, or not black enough 4/?
To feel afraid. That I am just a white ally, and not a black person. I have no idea where I'm going with all of this, but I've finally had time today to sit and get my thoughts out. My blocking finger has seen a lot of action in the last hour or so from shit I've read. 5/?
I can't think straight right now and Carter is getting fussy, so I'm going to end this here. Don't be a fucking racist. 6/6
