Never Enough

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I’m never white enough for the white community

I’m never black enough for the black community

My hair is too straight for black society

My hair is too curly for white society

My skin is too tan for white humanity

My skin is too light for black humanity

My words are too ghetto for the white race

My words are too proper for the black race

I have no right to speak on black culture

Yet I don’t fit into the white lifestyle

I dance too white

I act too black

“I didn’t know you were black.” Says white people

“I thought you were just white.” Says black people

When I “act” white it means I hate being black

When I “act” black it means I’m hiding that I’m white

I can’t find my place when I’m always being judged on what I’m not enough of.

Why can’t I just be me?

Why do I have to choose?

I love that I’m black, but I also love that I’m white.

I feel more comfortable saying I’m black, but I don’t deny that I’m white.

It’s not easy being mixed

Sometimes it’s hard to check a box

Are you black?

Or

Are you white?

For now, I’m going to just be me,

but….

Will I ever be enough?

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