You've been asked, "What are you?"You've had strangers touch your hair.People have asked which side you prefer.People think you're stuck up.You're sometimes expected to bridge gaps or ease tensions between people of different races/ethnicities.You carefully read how many races you can choose on forms.And cuss when you don't like the limited options.When people of other races are talking about folks like you and you speak up, they get mad and shut you down.You've been told since you're mixed, you're prone to sickness / less prone to get sick.You've been called exotic.People ask if you're able to get a tan.People say your existence will eliminate racism.White friends love to show how they're more tan than you.You've been told, "Isn't everyone mixed?"People say you're confused about your identity.People ask if you're Sicilian.People just start speaking Spanish to you without any warning!Or Italian, Farsi, Arabic, etc.Or Amharic or any of the languages of East Africa.Strangers ask which parent is which race with icky fascination.You can appreciate hummus and good collard greens.And Baba Ganoush.You have Chopin and Migos in your music library.You can make Gumbo and Paella like a champ.You can chat up anyone of any race.You are comfortable in Paris and ComptonYou blend into whatever country you visit.BUT sometimes have trouble getting BACK into the USA after visiting some of those countries...You have Maya Angelou and Charles Bukowski on your bookshelf.You had no problem with Chris Tucker playing Ruby Red in The Fifth Element.Key and Peele are your baes.You belong nowhere and everywhere at the same damn time.Your favorite movie is Imitation of Life.You love Season 2 of Secrets and Lies.You've got so many codes to switch you mix them up sometimes.You have at least one close relative who is just plain racist.You and the only other ethnically ambiguous-looking person in the room keep checking each other out.Family get-togethers look like the United Nations.Holiday meals are eclectic.Growing up, people constantly asked if you were adopted.You dread going through airport security.Your white friends assume you'll be their "safe" minority friend.And they practice their slang on you. Poorly.And you give them a dirty look and they can't understand why you're annoyed.You are someone's Brown Person™.If you complain about you're hair, you're actually bragging because you should have no problems because you're pretty close to perfect. So you suck. And you should shut up. Forever.You can't decide if you like sweet potato pie or pumpkin pie better.You hear people talk badly about your race and they don't realize they're talking about YOU.You've heard, "Oh, but you would have been a house slave."Or in a brothel!You give a special nod to interracial families walking down the street.You perk up whenever you see an interracial family on TV.The photographer at family functions can never get the lighting right. Either Mom is blown out or you can't see Dad.Your last name befuddles people who meet you.You've seen the movie Secrets and Lies more than 10 times.