"What are you?"
There is only one other question that I am asked on a regular basis that causes me the same level of frustration (guess what it is. It's not 'Is that your hair?') I'm never quite sure how to answer just because I think it is so apparently obvious what I am. I have a rather large, nappy 'fro with nappy roots and prominent lips. I think it is stunningly apparent that I am black. Yes, admittedly I'm pale, but sheesh! After I finish giving the questioner the screw face, if they are still standing there, I look at him (sometimes a her) like they are stupid and I blurt:
"I'm Black!"
"Really?"
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