The Mixed Kid, the one in the front of the class that gets judging stares as to ask why I am there.
I am the Mixed Kid, The person always confused at which race they follow.
I am the Mixed Kid, the indivdual that is constanting mistaken as for a foster kid because of the paleness of my mother's skin.
I am the Mixed kid, half white, half black yet no caterogy is placed for me.
Despite all of this however, i manged to find a place for myself. Not one of white or black , purple, pink , green , and brown....but a colorless one.
Interesting isn't it a world without color, Where the color of your skin doesn't define the quality of your life.
So, I decided not to be the Mixed kid, but the colorless one.