WHY-

Being more than one race, culture or nationality isn’t the easiest thing when neither (or none) of them will accept you. Hard to picture? As you’ve previously read, I didn’t grow up in the states and growing up “different” is a story for another day, it’s when I came back to attend junior high (and now high school) in the states that I discovered that not one part of what I was had any desire to claim me as apart of what they were. This was when I started to actually think what it meant to be me; to be more than one race.
What’d I come up with? There’s absolutely NO REASON for me to choose one race/ethnicity over the others. I can’t change what my parents are, I can’t change what my grandparents and their parents were, and I CAN’T change what I am even if I claimed one race. Fact is, if to them I’m not “Puerto Rican enough” or “white enough” or “black enough” or “whatever enough” for them, that’s to dam bad, because I am what I am, and no matter what they say, THEY CAN’T CHANGE THAT. (Well, unless they can change my parents, their parent and their parent’s parent’s ethnicities. If they can do that, I’ll shut up and be rather impressed.)