Black, and learned the hard way.

Elena Ruyter.

I am the only black person in my all white family (I’m adopted). Despite knowing that I am no less a child of my family than my biological cousins, I had to learn to grow up in that damned space in between white and black-never fully claimed by either. It was a discomfort I felt keenly, like having a pill stuck in my throat. I’ve swallowed it now, but the taste is still bitter.