I learned at a young age that discrimination was something I would face for my race but I didn’t know that the world would discriminate against me because I’m bisexual, especially not my family.I remember in preschool asking my mom why the other girls at my school would call me names like “dirt” and “mutt.” They treated me like I was less than them. My mom would tell me, “It’s the way they were raised, you can’t blame them.” My mom taught me to rise above the racism that I faced from my classmates and society. She also had to shield me from my own family's discrimination.My family are conservative Christians and they think that I’m disgusting and that I will go to hell because I'm bisexual. They can make my 5 year old sister believe the same thing: that I’m different and less-than just because of my sexuality. My family tries to tell racist people that you can't judge a book by it's cover, but they judge people because of who they love and who they are. I’m a smart, black girl with loads of ambition. Maybe if my Grandma and the racists that judge me could just listen, they could see I strive, grow, and dream just like them. I am a bisexual, African- American girl and I’m afraid my little sister will grow up to hate me because of what my family says. My hope is that I can teach my sister that sexuality is not what defines a person's character, it’s beliefs and actions that do.
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