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Reflection
Every time I look in the mirror I’m surprised by my own appearance.
Not because I think I look good, but because I look different from everyone else.
From my dark skin, to my curly hair, my eyes, my everything!
And with white parents I surely stand out.
Do I even deserve to be called black if I lack knowledge of it all?
When I’m older
I want to visit Africa once again.
To see what it really means to be black.
That way, when I look in the mirror,
I can be proud of what I see
In my reflection.
This is who I really am.
I am black.
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I am adopted from Ethiopia. I have always been insecure of how different I look compared to the rest of my family members. Not only that, but I also have no knowledge on black culture.