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It took a move to the South and a culture shock from hell for me to realize I was black. Up until that point I had just been darker and my hair was a bit more unruly. Until my move to Alabama, I lived on the assumption that skin color was enough to make you black. Little did I know that it’s actually a huge responsibility. Along with skin color, I had to listen to certain music, speak a special language, and be too cool for certain things, such as school and white people. I dove into a period of my personal history that would test my blackness. Ultimately, I was a complete failure at being black. This is a fact that is just fine with me.
