This was originlly supposed to be an assignment for one of my classes, but I decided I wanted to share it. Our classes assignment was to write about how varying identites can clash with one another, so I chose write about identifying as mulatto. Today it seems people still cannot connect the pieces when it comes it interracial marriages and their families. My family has always seem to be the odd ones out, and I wanted to share my my own feelings about my identity. Throughout my life so far, I have learned that differences can make you feel alienated from everyone else but can also you make you the person you are. I always seemed to wish that I could just be one race, but now I see that I should be proud of my differences. That my parents and their parents were willing to go against societies norms for love. In the last couple of years, I have learned to show pride in my culture and roots, and that I my diverse family is perfect. Forever and always... Perfect.