The courage to write it all down...I hope I find that.
Have you seen the movie "Jerk?" "I was born a poor black man..." when in fact the character was white. The movie pokes fun at a white boy that was raised by a black family, and comes to identify as one of their family members, until coming to the realization that he, in fact, is not black. He will never be black...despite his deepest desire to be just that...to blend in with his family. To have rhythm, to sing well, to speak with a certain sweet southern drawl...all of the stereotypes, he aimed to fulfill them.
I am this person. Well, not exactly. I am a girl, I was raised by my biological white family, I can dance and sing with the best of them, and when surrounded by certain peers, my "drawl" surfaces without effort or intent. But the person, inside, we are the same.
