“Why are you talking like a white person?” she questioned. “I am not”, I responded puzzlingly. “I am not,” she mocked. Consequently as a result of my skin color, society scrutinizes and stereotypes me, but once I open my mouth and speak, they realize I am far from the loud, ignorant black person depicted on television. At a young age, I realized I was different from the "typical" black person. The teasing of my voice and labeling me an “Oreo” damaged my self esteem creating insecurity and frustration. My mother’s action of enrolling me into a private school, and not a public one just gave them another reason to tease me. “You’re not black enough” they would say. Never experiencing the public school system, or favoring rap music, it seemed