In the beginning
Growing up adopted was hard, especially since no one looked like me. my parents are white my sisters are white. and here I was a dark chocolate black girl. I would look in the mirror and sigh who am, what am I, Where do I belong, does my birth mom think of me? Do IContinue reading “Finding A Piece Of ME”
Hey white black girl! Hey Oreo! You are black on the outside but white on the inside! White washed. All those names I heard on the daily when I moved to Portland in 2008. Why because I was different I was raised different and acted Different. I was not the stereotypical black girl that wasContinue reading “Acceptance is a Drug”
The biggest struggle for me as an adoptee was self identity, not just due to the fact that I was racially different than most of my peers and my family, but due to the fact that I was not with my natural family. Growing up in Roseburg I didn’t look like any of my friendsContinue reading “Identity 1.0”
I love my hair because it’s a reflection of my soul. It’s dense, it’s kinky, it’s soft, it’s textured, it’s difficult, it’s easy and it’s fun. That’s why I love my hair.”-Tracee Ellis Ross As a young girl my hair was my pride and joy. it was kinky jet black and long. until one dayContinue reading “Don’t touch my hair”
Sunday Morning, December 22nd in Gary Indiana in 1991, Is where it all began for me. when i was 20 I learned that my mother had as a secret only a select few knew about me. I also learned that she left me in the hospital as baby Mitchell. She couldn’t give me a nameContinue reading “In The Beginning”
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