In the late 80's I was born to two individuals who embraced their race. We moved around a lot but our neighborhoods were all the same; filled with other african american families, so I have always been raised in urban black communities. For me being in and around the "hood" has never been a stranger to me. Its practically my next door neighbor. However, I am and will always be more than a product of my race.
I've always been that well spoken girl with friends of every shade from pale white to midnight black. I was raised thinking it was okay to be different with that said what I wore, my friends, and how I wore my hair always got me more scrutiny instead of admiration. I have fallen victim of a stereotype, the "you talk white" syndrome.