People ask me what I am with their eyes long before they mutter the words to finally ask me. People who doesn't ask me just assume that I'm some hybrid, a mutt of sorts. They assume that either my mother or my father has to be white has to be mixed some way somehow. I've had a member screamed the question at the top of his lungs at me “What are you?”
What am I has only been answered by my beliefs and what I do know of myself. But the assumptions keep rolling in,”oh you must be this…Chrissy “
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