Much like Dorothy in the Land of Oz, I too was lost. Growing up, I was always the pariah in most situations. My mother was of African American descent, while my father was Caucasian, making me a mixed child or in other words a mulatto. Being a mulatto, I looked different from the rest. I had frizzy, curly hair, while my other classmates had long,straight hair. I’d constantly beg my mother to let me straighten it, just so I could resemble the rest of my classmates. I could never understand why out of all people, I was chosen to be incongruous. As a young girl with a southern accent, big brown eyes, curly hair, and freckles, I was too black for the whites, and too white for the blacks. In my situation, I could never win for losing, it was always
