Not Black, Not White.

I’ve struggled with this, my mother is white and my father is black. I have struggled with being biracial.

My mother doesn’t see color, but my father, definitely sees it! Growing up, I was rejected by white and black people. I was also loved by white and black people. My skin tone is not black. I have wavy, sometimes curly hair, and bright green eyes. Sometimes blacks can see themselves while looking at me.

While other blacks, only can see the color of my skin, and there is no room for me in their minority.

Most whites, see the color of my skin, and I am only white to them.

After my true ethnicity is revealed, I am no longer apart of their majority.

This identity, I have wrestled with my entire life. Why can't I be fully accepted by both?

Why don't I have the freedom to be seen as both? I am free to be any of these:

A child of God, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a leader, a mother, a business woman, a mentor, an encourager, an exhorter.

I am fully accepted as any of these...

Insecurity, breeds. You have held me back from all of whom, I am called to lead!

I prayed to God to strengthen me, take hold the thoughts, that constantly stop me.

God reminded me of history, God provided sisters of encouragement. God provided identity in me.

Be you, who I have created you to be. Be everything you are in me.

Mom

Dad

Maternal Grandmother with my children

Paternal Grandmother and her family