Moms never really raised me to think about race like that since she always taught me judge people on an individual basis rather than outright skin colour but she does hit me with the

whenever I asked her to get certain shyt for me growing up.

"Here's that Tony Hawk Proskater game you wanted from the States. Why not that Kobe Bryant Basketball game?"

"Here go that Red hot Chili Peppers, Korn and Deftones albums you wanted. You ain't into Snoop Doggy Dogg?"

"The Big Leh-Who?? BOY GO PUT THAT shyt BACK AND PICK UP HOUSE PARTY OR SOMETHING!"
I wasn't asking her to cop 36 chambers, Crucial Conflict and Likwidation on some underage parental advisory rap shyt

but growing up I think she was lowkey worried that I was trying to emulate white american culture since back in the Caribbean NOBODY was into skate board culture and rock music as heavy as I was back then. shyt kinda got worse when she saw me hollering at white girls on Carnival Cruises

She hit me with that "I'd like to not have any orange haired, high coloured grandbabies, please"

But as she said it best, she's ambivalent towards 'em. She has her own house she had built herself, works for a black boss and grow up in a black neighborhood with a black family, with black friends. She doesn't hate white people, but she sure isn't going out of her way to meet any outside of work and casual conversation.

She was worried for a minute about me though since she thought I was turning into my uncle (Highly educated, almost exclusive white girl dating, comic book reading, Peter Gabriel Sledhammer loving, Phil Collins Suu Suu Suuudiooo

grooving, ''proper'' talking brother you'd swear was adopted at birth by an affluent white family) but when she spotted a breh at the Casino bar, with a 6 foot all, Dark chocolate cougar's foot naked foot in my lap, putting thumb to sole on some

shyt with wanton abandon she wised the fukk up about my equal opportunity trim chasing ass.

Heard her talking to my aunt "I thought he had a fetish for all them chirpy voiced white women; you know this fool was at the Casino Bar the other night with some woman who's prolly older than his damn mother, playing with her crusty ass feet in view of EVERYBODY? I had to leave when I heard her holding back groans, I'm like this damn boy's a fukking sauced up Tomcat, which old pimp he learn this Ohio Players shyt from?

"