What cultivates your identity? Is it the color of your skin? Is it the movies you watch? Or, is it the type of people you hang around? According to the standards I’ve grown up with, it’s a mixture of all of the above and none of the mentioned.
As a biracial individual, I’ve always had an issue with finding an identity to fit in. Growing up, I was always “the Black kid” or some title that loosely related to false ideas of who Black people are. It…
