In a room of like-minded individuals,
we boast to each other about our understanding of social issues.
We revel in our unique perspectives;
experiencing life through the eyes of both sides.
She goes by mixed,
they go by mulatto,
I go by bi-racial.
We are.
Also referred to as the whitest black kid I know
I understand the confusion.
With the confidence of my father and the strength of my mother.
I experience life through eyes that are the product of change.
The product of a union once seen as vile.
Blending in was never an option.

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