Sometimes I’m black but not actually black for to me color have always been an unwanted distraction you see to me I don’t care much for it nor does it define who I’m my eyes are blue and not even the sky is ever the limit I always wanted more then the naked eye can see I see right through past years of broken dreams nevertheless dreams are never lost and you wont always be broken for forevermores are always changing when we change the way we think we become what we think about if we choose to think positively and live our very best lifes then our eternal thought processes becomes blue full of hopes and dreams as far as the eyes can see look in the mirror see your perfectly imperfect self just as you are love all the perfect imperfection that is you from your blue eyes right down to your brownish pink lips and straight through your soul I see your beautiful heart truly have virtuous design you really want everybody to be happy living there very best life earning every last breath that they take you are worth it may your forevermore be just as you like for eternity my Lovelies.

Bonjour (Good morning) World Fitters

How are you World Fitters? I’m ok can’t complain actually. I have an apartment and am able to pay my bills though I struggle. I understand that is the price I pay for building my perfectly imperfect business Frans Online Business INC. You must suffer before you truly know what pure joy is. As an African American living from pay check to pay check is what is expected of you. From the time of slavery in America we have struggle. Getting poor education, access to poorly written books, and only being hired at low paying jobs it seems being poor is inevitable when you are black. African Americans have to always work harder to get the same resolve. But you know what? I’m black but not actually black. To be more specific I’m 73.90 percent black and 26.10 percent white. And you know what else? I dont care. Color is just an unwanted distraction and it does not define me.

Sometimes I’m black but not actually black for to me color have always been an unwanted distraction you see to me I don’t care much for it nor does it define who I’m my eyes are blue and not even the sky is ever the limit I always wanted more then the naked eye can see I see right through past years of broken dreams nevertheless dreams are never lost and you wont always be broken for forevermores are always changing when we change the way we think we become what we think about if we choose to think positively and live our very best lifes then our eternal thought processes becomes blue full of hopes and dreams as far as the eyes can see look in the mirror see your perfectly imperfect self just as you are love all the perfect imperfection that is you from your blue eyes right down to your brownish pink lips and straight through your soul I see your beautiful heart truly have virtuous design you really want everybody to be happy living there very best life earning every last breath that they take you are worth it may your forevermore be just as you like for eternity my Lovelies. World Fitters I have recently taken the DNA test. Well I suppoused it was not that recent as it was back in January I got my results. I’m black with a little white in me. More specifically I’m a total of ten different ethnicities. I also find out for certainty my father was not the man I have thought my whole life. All my life I have been lead to believe that my dad is dead. Now I realize there is a possibility that maybe he is still alive? My whole life I subconsciously wanted a father now with the possible chance of finding him is completely insane. I will expand more on this topic on another blog post. Right now I wanted to talk about my blackness or the lack off. People who knows me on a personal level because I don’t act traditionally like a black person they jokingly call me “whitey.” I make fun of myself to and say I’m confuse about my coloring. Jokes aside I get that I dont act like the way people traditionally view African Americans. I’m very different from most people black and white. I’m in my own perfectly imperfect bubble. I even have my own language Franchylillian (joking not joking). Laugh out loud I’m in my own perfectly imperfect world. For instance to prove my racial ambiguity there was a time I was on the phone and I was twice mistaken to be white. Once was by a Caucasian lady the other was by a black guy. For you see the problem truly is how we perceive black peopled. Black people come in all shades and have a variety of perceptions on life. We all don’t talk with a slang and live in a poor neighborhood. When will Martin Luther kings Jr dream come true? When will we be judged by the content of our character and not the color of our skin? The year is 2020 and race is still an issue. Will this be part of our forevermore for eternity? World Fitters answer and have a blessed lovely day mmmmmm ya.

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