So, the subject of racism and prejudice has been a topic of my Facebook the last day or so.

I believe everyone is entitled to their own opinions and belief. Some people feel homosexuality is wrong, others feel abortion should be illegal and many that marijuana is okay since it comes from the earth.

Having your own belief is rightfully yours. However, not liking someone based on the color of their skin is not an opinion I believe.  I really can’t comprehend this mentality in our day and age. Maybe 50 years ago when people were separated based on the color of their skin. But this is 2012 and nobody should have issues with the skin we are born with.  Abortion, marijuana, and some may argue homosexuality is a topic of choice.

I choose to be prolife. I wasn’t born to like or dislike the abortion topic. My son didn’t have an opinion that he was born biracial.

Now before everyone gets their panties in a bunch, let me make it very clear I personally would not choose to have an abortion. There is not a circumstance for my life where I feel abortion is the answer. Even if I were gang raped by a hundred unknown males and by some small chance got pregnant, I would not have an abortion. The chance of getting pregnant during a sexual assault is less than five percent.

Even so just because I am prolife, does not mean the entire world should share my opinion, much less the government. If a woman let’s say my best friend, wants to get an abortion that is her choice and if a medical doctor wants to provide that service it should be available. I’ll be right there to respect her decision. So don’t confuse my prolife position with others who are out picketing and burning down abortion clinics. I don’t expect, nor do I want the entire world to share the same beliefs that I do… Otherwise we’d live in totalitarianism.

Moving on.

I have never really thought having a biracial child was an issue.  Even 15 years ago I never got any stares or whispers about it.  Now I admit I do carry my own concern about being stereotyped the same way I care what other people think about my hair. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care what other people think.

Of course, I care what others think of me. Maybe not the entire world but other people’s opinions matter.

First my son’s dad and I are probably the least likely people to have a child together.  It’s like 50 cent and Courtney Love having a child.  I often wonder if God used us as a perfect example of two people with nothing in common to have a child together.

It’s a great combination of Thug life and Girl interrupted all rolled up into one. Although we have grown up since then.

So, there has been a paranoid sense on my part. I never want to be labeled as that “white chick”.  If I must explain this then you must really live under a rock.

I really don’t want to sound close minded or stereotype anyone but I’m going to be blunt.

Most females that I encounter with biracial children tend to have the same personality.  The same type of accent or “lingo”, sense of style, no you will never see me wearing anything you may also see in a rap video and won’t be braiding my hair in small braids anytime soon.

So, you get my drift…I go to Walmart, I see these chicks. Let me state children are beautiful regardless of the ethnicity they were born in.

I don’t mean all females are like this. Just some.

So certain guys especially the good old white boys in Texas have this judgement that just because my son is biracial I must only like African American guys.   

This is not true. I like all men and race is not an issue.

I never thought it was an issue.  After 15 years my child’s skin color is a topic of discussion? Maybe I was just overthinking a situation.

I’m rambling this is a subject that has bothered me because I don’t get how anyone could think negative over the color of someone’s skin.

It makes no sense to me the ignorance of people.

Maybe I am taking this to heart. Maybe it wasn’t even known I would be offended over it.

Until next Time