Coming from a single parent home my mother made it her
business not to live off government assistance.
Back in the day it was a common stereotype for Latinos and Blacks living
in urban areas to be on welfare. My
mother worked two jobs to give my brother and me a roof over our heads and have
food in the fridge. As a child, I never thought anything of skin
color until one day my mother dropped me off at school and I was asked if I was
adopted. I laughed it off and said,
no. I was told that I had to be adopted because
my mother is white and I am black. It
was that day that I became familiar with the word race.
I am bi-racial, my mother is Puerto Rican and my
father is African American. Growing up I
was never made to feel different, but outside of home I was. It was also very relevant to me that I was
not part of the “norm” because the shows I watched on television did not
resemble my family. I watched shows like,
The Cosby Show, Growing Pains, Family
Matters, Family Ties and Full House (http://classic-tv.com/80s-shows/).
None of these shows pertained to my lifestyle, but you had shows like, Different Strokes and Webster, which were about white families
adopting black children; yet that wasn’t me either. The media I consumed growing up made me feel
like I didn’t belong; that I was not “normal”.
I didn’t grow up in a two parent household; I grew up in the projects
and I wasn’t adopted. So who am I…I’m me
and I love that I am.
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