So recently I read another Vent Letter about a girl not liking being black, and that she wished she was white. I remember reading that and thinking I could relate to that. Growing up, and even now sometimes, I’ve always been teased and harassed by other black people because of how I dress, talk, or what I like to listen to. I went to a family reunion once, and a relative asked me “Why you talk like a white person?” It’s been this way most of my life. I don’t know the lyrics to the latest “Lil So & So” song, or Beyonce song, and suddenly I’m not “black enough.” Well, I’m sorry that I like Classical, Pop, Rock, and Alternative music better than Rap and R&B, that I have never owned a pair of Jordans, that BET is not on my list of favorite channels, that I like to wear Rock inspired jewelry, clothing, and hair, and that I like to enunciate my words. I know all black people aren’t like this, because I’m not like that. But to the ones who give me hassle, you can kindly sit and spin on my middle finger.