Who Am I; I am defined by my beliefs, morals, and values. Thus far, in my life I’ve been through a lot of hurt, pain, and deceit but overall I conquered. Today I stand a young woman of integrity and honor due to my culture. However, I will not say that my culture has had a tremendous impact in my life but overall it has shaped, and molded me into a woman of excellence. Within this essay I’m going to take you to a place you’ve never seen before. I’m going to take you to a journey towards my cultural identity. As a child we were taught to love and obey our parent’s, and that they were a support system to helping you mature as you grow up. As wonderful as that sound’s it wasn’t that easy for me growing up; I grew up in Newark, New Jersey were most kids matured around the age of 12. Most people in my community lived in the low-income neighborhoods that surrounded many bodegas’; the sound of the ambulance truck was always the noise you heard at night. I was about 2 years old at the
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My adoptive mother believed that this world was in quote “A white man’s world”. She believed that the Caucasian Americans living in this godly world had better opportunities than any other race. In fact, she mimicked every word she said twice to get it through my head: it was not worth fighting for your goals or dreams because they were not going to be notice anyway. In reality, I always thought it made sense but somehow as I grew older I felt that was not true. There’s only one race and that’s the human race. I don’t take offense to her words; because she was born in the 40’s and I know during that time people were fighting for freedom. However, I learned how NOT to view the world from my family. I understand my family’s tradition, and I feel those traditions showed me the importance of family and having a sense of
My adoptive mother believed that this world was in quote “A white man’s world”. She believed that the Caucasian Americans living in this godly world had better opportunities than any other race. In fact, she mimicked every word she said twice to get it through my head: it was not worth fighting for your goals or dreams because they were not going to be notice anyway. In reality, I always thought it made sense but somehow as I grew older I felt that was not true. There’s only one race and that’s the human race. I don’t take offense to her words; because she was born in the 40’s and I know during that time people were fighting for freedom. However, I learned how NOT to view the world from my family. I understand my family’s tradition, and I feel those traditions showed me the importance of family and having a sense of