Growing up in all white family in the seventies, I felt at times scared, odd, freakish, alone and loved. 

There would be times in New Jersey, mainly Princeton that I would feel judged, bullied and harassed on a daily basis. Granted this was by one girl Sherry_____. She had a way of bullying me after my classes at the YMCA and calling me halfbreed by the post at the corner. She would yell out,”you’re not black or white, look at you! You a half breed!” 

She added her little hands on my shoulders, pushing me back and forth as if I would choose a race from her shaking me profusely. 

This went on for months. I couldn’t tell my mom so I told my best friends mom. She looked like the mom from Good Times. She showed up one day after school and grabbed Sherry by one of her braids.” if I ever hear about you touching my baby, I will call your momma?” 

Do you want that? 

No, ma’am.

After that I was free..

America in my youth didn’t love me. 

Police locked me their cars in beat me with a night stick. 

Nazis skin heads chased me in Idaho. 

Getting pulled over for no reason

Asked for two pieces of ID

Followed while shopping

Disbelief my white mother is my mother.

Being a biracialbisexual woman will never be great in America, but I am/was proud to be one. 

After last night it reminded me of all that I fear. The facade people hide.

Their truth. 

Make a America KIND Again is the slogan some mom came up with. 

I agree. 

But as for now I will get on my armour and be ready. I’ve been fighting hate for over 40 years and you better believe….

I am ready or

It’s go time.