Biracial friends, we are merely examples of cultures coexisting within one person. We are the embodiment of harmony and that is beautiful. The space between cultures created something wonderful: us.

Being a child of more than one race can be confusing. Sometimes I wonder what race I am at all?

What is my classification and do I need to be classified?

I am caught between families, cultures and values.

I am representative of the future but I deal with the racially charged ideas of the past.

Have you ever been told that your little black friends won’t like you because they’re jealous of your hair?

Have you ever been told that when your parents fell in love long ago it was a sin against God?

Have you ever wondered, does that make my existence a sin?

I have.

I am a mixed kid, an Oreo; a light-skinned, “white talkin',” "Oh, she educated," creature meant to be observed as an anomaly from both communities.

My family loves me and my friends do too. However, not everyone is so sure how to feel about me, it seems.

Sometimes it feels like I am expected to play the sassy black friend role or maybe the black girl who is doing well for herself and deserves a pat on the back. It feels like my skin color causes me to be underestimated and categorized.

It can cause people to avoid me too. I use bigger words and what American society deems “proper” grammar, but there is nothing wrong with that. It is just part of who I am, and neither my grammar usage nor my attitude should mark me as being a part of a racial class. Rather, they should each tell you more about who I am as an individual.

But that doesn’t stop everyone from asking:

"Why do you talk like that," or saying, "She got her momma’s hair didn’t she," and the ever popular, "What are you?"

I tend to make people guess when they ask this last question.

People never guess that I'm biracial, but does it really matter what I am?

I’m a person. Or is that not obvious?

I take pride in both my families and in my duel identities even though I’m sometimes not sure where I fit.

With my white family, I stick out but I feel the most at home and with my black family I am camouflaged but I feel like I should change to fit in.

Life has been kind to me and God has blessed me with this opportunity to blend two battling cultures into one person. I am the literal example of white and black being able to compromise and live together. I do it every day.

Biracial children, we will all find our place, and remember we are the future anyway. Just wait for the world to catch up to us.