In a world of black and white, where I’m a mixture, this is a bit of insight. Growing up, a lot of people considered me to be privileged because of my skin tone and different hair. Realistically though, I wasn’t. My mother was there but my father wasn’t, so some people labeled me as a fatherless child. I grew up in an unfortunate neighbourhood. I didn’t always have money or clothes, didn’t have the latest brands. On top of that, I was labeled with a learning disability. I feel like I’m trapped in between both worlds, black and white, but this is the world and colour see for me. The world I live in is the is the same world you live in. I’m mixed, and that’s all there is to it, this is the real me. I’m a mixed woman with goals and dreams, who’s been through a lot, but I won’t let that define me because I am always discovering me.