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I don't have a confession, but I want some answers. I'm 21, single, with no children, in school, and living on campus. I hate coming home. I grew up in an urban environment; I didn't have many friends, and I've always felt like my neighborhood didn't respect me. In high school, I was constantly ridiculed and mocked for how I dressed and spoke. I've been called the white boy and preppy because I'm not considered "street" or a "thug." 

Why must I be "street" or "a thug." Why can't I just be me? Why can't I just be who I am? Why do I have to be a certain way to be respected? What has being "street" or "a thug" ever got anyone? When has being locked up, drunk, high, having multiple baby mamas, or uneducated benefited anyone? We all came from the same struggle. But every time I come home, I'm reminded that I'm not good enough. Can someone explain why?


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