My father is Caucasian, born and raised in Arkansas. My mother is Hispanic, born and raised in the Dominican Republic, despite her time living in both New York and Arkansas. I’ve seen myself as biracial since I found out my mother was from outside the states but, every time I fill out a survey that asks for my race, I usually can only pick “white”. My parents tell me to write “white”. But that’s not what I want to write. That’s not who I am. I am biracial, half Hispanic and half Caucasian. I may not look it. I may look like any other Caucasian girl. But this is who I am. I am biracial.