This inspires me to be a better writer (blogger) and I hope it inspires you, too.
As I had mentioned in a previous post, I’m half Puerto Rican and half Korean. Growing up in America as a biracial American was difficult. I struggled to know where I “fit in.” I didn’t look Hispanic, and I didn’t look Korean. I looked more Hawaiian or Filipino, but I wasn’t either . I could only speak English. We tend to gravitate toward people “like” us. It feels important to be part of something or some group. These are normal human longings. As I’ve matured into adulthood, I’ve learned I don’t need to fit into any box. Although no person looks exactly like me, I share many of the same attributes and body parts as all human beings.
I have hands to shake with to congratulate or thank another person. I can use my hands to help lift someone when he/she is down.
I have lips to smile…
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