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Black O'meter

OK. I grew up in the suburbs. I speak "proper" English. I play the Cello. I like poetry. I love art. I wear big glasses and love them...and among other things

these added together

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It also means that for some reason I'm not considered black enough. I have never quiet understood why one has to "prove" their blackness. I mean my skin color should qualify me enough.  Don't I look black to you?

Why do certain interests or looks disqualify you from participating in your own race?  So, because I listen to classical music on my Beats I'm excluded from participating in my race.  That doesn't seem fair to me.  How often do you hear about white people proving their whiteness?  Not too often.  Actually, I've never heard of it.  They get to be eccentric, quirky, different and any other adjective along that line.

I'm not ashamed to be different...well not anymore.  I've accepted who I am now.  I just wish that I didn't have to fight to be included.  I have enough battles to deal with being black shouldn't be one of them.
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