Preach, girl! You may or may not know this about me by now, but I'm multiracial. My mom was white. My dad was black. I was adopted and raised in a black family. I look whiter than actual white people.

White privilege is a thing. It's real. I walk through a different world than my sisters and brothers that have the same father. I've never had to worry about my boys driving while black. I've never had to worry about them leaving the house in a hoodie.

I walk into a store and am treated with kindness and respect. Unless, yeah unless, I'm with some of my siblings, neices, nephews, etc.

But me being me, I'm kinda naughty. I look all cute and approachable. I've had so many racist assholes say shit to me about "those n... or them "Indians," or whatever....they have no idea who they're talking to. When I tell them My daddy's black and my mommy's part Native American....girl, the backpeddling and obvious discomfort is priceless!

I let these clowns go on and on so I can smack them down at the end. Seriosuly, they like me enough to talk shit like that, then what?

I've had teachers, so-called friends, even my now husband's father think I was great. Best thing ever! 'Till my black daddy showed up. Seriously, no joke. You could see them mentally hiding the silverware.

I loveh ow you recognize and admit not knowing or understanding the experience of people of colour. I don't even understand a lot of it because of how I look. Through an accident of genetics, I look like my mom and not my dad and that's seriosuly it.

There has to be real, open and honest conversation. And white people need to hear and be willing to hear some uncomfortable shit. When we speak of our generational trauma, which is real, we're not saying it's the fault of current white people living today. We want and need to be heard. I'm a descendant of slaves, I've written about it.

Listen, learn, respect. It's really not that hard.