Thank you so much for articulating the heartbreak that I’ve been feeling. I was also sat down by my parents as a child and given the same speech. I foolishly thought that I was and equal to the students at my mostly white school but my parents reminded me that the world didn’t see me the way I saw myself. It wasn’t until I was a bit older that I started to see it too. When my class got uncomfortable discussing Black History Month in my presence. When they wanted my take on Black Americans when I thought I was African Canadian. When my teachers talked about my “attitude” but not my white friends. There is no amount of “talking white,” listening to alt-rock, or dressing j.crew that will erase my skin colour and the judgement attached to it. I can’t win.