who am I?

I am not going to dig too far into this issue because it's been discussed in-depth for centuries. But on a personal note, for over a month or so I (Vertigo Verb) have been on a self exploration about who I am and where I fit in society. It's funny but now at the near completion of my quest for knowledge and a deeper understanding of my community sadly, I've only arrived at more questions. For example... What is good hair? What is speaking Black or acting White? What truly defines race or culture? Where do the lines begin and end? I mean, what if you're like me (bi-racial) Where do we "fit" or "belong" in society? Let's say you were a Caucasian girl brought up in a African American (It's difficult being so P.C.) household does that define who you are or will be? Who defines what is beautiful? And who wrote all these unwritten laws of behavior that everyone seems to subconsciously follow? Ah so many questions.

I was speaking with a friend of mine two days ago, swapping stories about our childhoods. We grew up similar households. Both with Mother and Father present, possessing secondary education, and the occasional family trips. By having parents with decent priories it afforded us better opportunities in education and pretty much our overall quality of day to day life. Instead of being embraced by our community we were teased and ridiculed. Singled out as either "Boojee" or "trying to act White." She even shared with me a story about how she would deny where she was from in her attempt to be accepted. I mean since when did having both parents in a home become a luxury? Since when did being able to go to a school where the likely hood of getting gunned down is less than average become a character flaw?

Can somebody please help me understand????

And what the hell is Good Hair?


Here is a poem I found to be both entertaining and informative.


Let's Elevate?

"White" Nafessa Monroe

also if you enjoyed that poem check out Zora Howard's poem called "Bi-Racial Hair"

here