My Mom is Chinese/Filipina and my dad is African American.
When I was little I did not really think about my race or ethnicity, I just wanted to go and play with the other kids. As I got older I noticed that whenever someone meets me with my parents they ask what I am.
I have never felt ashamed of my ethnicity because I know that it makes me different and special.
Hey! Our names are Geoffrey and Michaela. We are fraternal twins! We are African American, American Indian and South American.
Our Mother was African American, American Indian and South American. Our Father was African American.
We actually don’t know our birth parents because we were placed into foster care from birth and later adopted. Continue reading
I come from what I call a “common Hapa blend” — Black and Asian.
To be more specific, My father is African American and my mother is Filipino.
I have two siblings, an older sister and an older brother.
For most of us who are mixed, we understand that if we have siblings, we may not all come out looking like the same mix, meaning we pull different features from each of our parents and sometimes may not look like we’re related.
This was somewhat the case with my siblings and I. We’re each different colors, shading from vanilla-sister, caramel-brother and coffee creme-myself, but if you put our colors aside, you can see the obvious resemblance between us all.
Most people think I’m just black and are always surprised to find out I’m half Asian too.
On my mother’s side my grandmother is from Indonesia and my grandfather is from Malaysia. Both my mother and I were born in Singapore although I’ve been brought up in the UK with my step-father who is German and English. My biological dad is African American.
On my dad’s side I’m African American, Jamaican and on my Mom side I’m Native American, Spanish, and Puerto Rican.
As a mixed person I have the best of both worlds and the worst of both worlds but at the same time I’m able to relate to everybody.
A lot of times my White friends will see me as Black and my Black friends will tell me that I’m not Black enough and Hispanic, Native American and Asian people will ask me the “What are you?” question. Even though I’ve been through that over and over again it doesn’t faze me and I’m proud to be mixed.