| Preface: Being female is such an integral part of my experience on this planetOn a daily basis, I am reminded of my skin color more than my gender. I am a product of in-betweeness, and I feel like that ambiguity is the closest thing I’ll ever have to an identity. |
|  | | So that being said, I need to admit that maybe I am just American after all. But it doesn’t feel right. I have two Trinidadian parents and I was raised in a Trinidadian household, eating Trinidadian food, all the while hugging trees and saving baby whales one-at-a-time in Canada. |
| | | I moved to Spartanburg, South Carolina from Colorado Springs, when I was thirteen. In Colorado, I was treasured like the South Park character, Token. Being the beloved “token,” definitely had its perks. For one, I had no competition—certain things were established (I was black, they were white) and having a pleasant disposition and a captive audience, I proceeded to prove that I was indeed an exception (maybe there are more?!) to the media’s oh-so-generous representations of black people. |
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