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People Are Like Fruits
They All Come In Different,
Colours,Shapes And Sizes.
Just Love Them All
Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.
From Black to White and all colors and cultures in between...Love Is Universal.
Our skin colours may vary, but what's upstairs - there's certain things we've all got in common.
The race is your face. Obviously, I come from a mixed background. Who I am and how I look and being black.
I love the idea of biracial. I actually don't use the word biracial. I tend to use mixed. Biracial to me accentuates the word race, and, you know, I don't really care for it.
If you put forth a small amount of effort, you just might find your next best friend for life is of a different race than your own.
With domestic adoption, you get a form, you fill it out, and there are these boxes: African-American, African-American and Hispanic, and you check the boxes that you're comfortable with. Race is completely open in that regard.
I'm tri-racial: African-American, Native American and Euro - that's the Scotch-Irish part.
I'm black, so, you know, I'm again with black folk, but it's a love that spills over to vanilla suburbs and red reservations and brown barrios and yellow slices.
I'm married to a white man, and then my daughter came out looking like the whitest white child with blonde hair and blue eyes. And I'm like, 'Omigosh, now what am I going to do?' She has my mom's features and is lighter than my husband. And my boy is browner than I am. Brown eyes and really tan.
I like everything about you, honey. Everything. Lived in black and white seems like all my life. Never noticed. Not until you colored my world
Say that to my mother. She stays up at night wondering about who will marry me with this skin colour.
My look is 'Poly'n'Asian' - part Polynesian native, part Asian warrior.
My white girl Veronica, black girl Monica,
Got me celebrating Christma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-kah,
Rocking dashikis with a yarmulke.
I give interracial couples a look. Daggers. They get uncomfortable when they see me on the street.
My father has fair skin, and my mother is dark, and I'm kind of cafe au lait.
I always wonder if my kids will say they're mixed or black.
I gotta lot of Black Irish in me.
I don't care for the colour of your skin, I care for the size of your heart behind it.
I come from an interracial family: My father is from Nigeria, and so he is African-American, and my mother is American and white, so I rarely see skin color. It's never an issue for me.
I look like I'm Chinese or Thai or Japanese - very different.
Even though I'm Hispanic, I'm so white.
Usta be young usta be gifted - still black.
I am myself of a mixed background.
I warn black Americans'don't get too mixed. A little is fine, but not to the point where you're out of the family.
I'm not investigating race as much as I'm investigating intimacy.
Inter-racial sex is probably some of the best sex on the planet. You know what that is? Because with inter-racial sex there's like this whole added pressure to perform. 'Cause it's kinda like you're not just humping for yourself. You're humping for your race. You got to represent your people.
I wish I'd been a mixed infant.
Every person has their own colour.
I'm English. And I don't have tan skin or blond hair or green eyes.
Life is too kind to men, whatever their color.
He looked all Negro to me: he was rich chocolate with flaring nostrils and beautiful teeth. Sometimes he would skip happily , and the Negro woman tugged his hand to make him stop.
I come from a multicultural family.
Nothing in this world loves a black man more than another black man. You hear of solitary white men, but niggers? Can't stay away from one another a whole day. So. It looks to me like you the envy of the world.
I'm half Jewish half WASP.
My family is part Creole, and we're Indian, and we're also very, very black. My father was so black, he was blue.
Our noses are broad, our lips are thick, our hair is nappy-we are black and beautiful!
Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.
My family is like America; we are a blend of melanin and uncertain borders.
My mother is black and my father is Filipino. I got the best of both worlds.
I'm Italian and Spanish and Jewish. I'm 100 different things meshed into one. I think that shows girls that uniqueness is beautiful. They can look at me on a magazine cover and see me in a movie and say that they have someone they can relate to.
Sure, I look like a white man. But my heart is as black as anyone's here.
You can't take no Chinese man and give him no Puerto Rican woman and talking like they're in love and emotionally in love and physically.
They are all black and white and she is color. She is all my colors.
Race ain't nothing but a number.
She's Cherokee Indian, which is great 'cause whenever we have sex, it rains.
I've never seen black men with fine white women. They be ugly. Mugly dogs.
I was adopted my black Americans, I feel that I'm a 'Hybrid'. When I'm around Africans'I suddenly feel very black American. And when I'm around black Americans'I feel very North African. North Africa and black America are both the creators of Kola Boof.
God loves you as do I and no matter what physical characteristics that differ from each and every one of us, we are but one family under the heavens.
I'm a mixed race lad from Liverpool. I get to play a lot of hard characters, and some people perceive that's what I'm like, but it's great for me 'cos they're always the most interesting characters.
She has soft, delicate features, high cheek bones, a full mouth and pretty wide-set eyes. She's lovely.
I'm okay with multinational marriage, foreigners are also alright. Mixed blood babies are so pretty.
She was one of those golden mulatas that French-speaking Caribbeans call chabines, that my boys call chicas de oro; she had snarled, apocalyptic hair, copper eyes, and was one whiteskinned relative away from jaba.
I have been extremely proactive in putting myself up for characters that may have been meant to specifically be Caucasian. You bring an interesting angle to the character that isn't written.
I don't think there's a problem with dating somebody outside of your race, as long as you're doing it because you want to be with that person. Everybody tells you what you should do when you're dating, but if you follow your heart, it usually works out.
Ranger is Cuban-American with skin the color of a mocha latte, heavy on the mocha, and a body that can best be described as yum.
I'm just as white as I am black, and I'm just as Russian Jew as I am West Indian.
Nothing like a cuddly racist to make a person feel better about herself.
Bennie has light brown skin and excellent eyes, and he irons his hair in a Mohawk as shiny black as a virgin record.
He could almost have been an American, he was so tan and had such good teeth, but I could tell straight away that he wasn't. He had what no American man I've ever met has had, and that's intuition.
I love different folks.
Whatever your ethnicity is, in this life you are going to be on a journey to discover who you are and how you feel about yourself.
I like honest men of all colors.
See, my idea of cute comes with an IQ requirement. It's geeky cute. It's Rivers Cuomo, not Justin Timberlake. It's Gideon Yago, not Brian Mcfayden. Jimmy Fallon, yes please! Brad Pitt, no thank you.
I shall be dark and French and fashionable and difficult. And you shall be sweet and open and English and fair. What a pair we shall be! What man can resist us?
We're all brothers and sisters. It doesn't matter what language you speak or what color your skin is.
Think black love, think universal love. Just think love.
white, Emily. I've wanted you for a very long time. First, I wasn't brave enough. Then we weren't in the same place. But now we are. You're here. I'm here. And I want to be your man.
Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear.
What species is he?" "British
Do you think that Asian girl over there is pretty? I ask Abram, testing him, wondering if I'm really his type, or if I'm just his type until that rare breed of slutty Asian drops into his lap.
Only when she lets me cheat off of her, he answers.
Half-Christian, half-Jewish, a 'cathjew nut',
It so happens that I never talk about race. I do not know what race is.
Who cares what colour your hair or what shape your shape is? Who cares what religion your religion or what language your language is? What is the colour of your heart? That is all that matters!
I'm unique - a cosmopolitan mix.
Biologically, I'm lucky - an angular face and dark colouring which shows up well on camera.
The American Race is marked by a brown complexion; long, black, lank hair; and deficient beard.
Around five-eight, slim, good shoulders, narrow hips, legs and trunk in proportion, short dark hair, side parting, dark eyes, probably blue, shadows under the eyes, fair skin, average nose, wide mouth, lower lip fuller than upper.
Her skin is soft and skin-colored - not dirt-colored.
White women love me 'cause of my edge. And I love white women.
I'm a mongrel in the sense that I'm Spanish, English, Latino, Jewish, north, south - all these things are mixed in me.
My favorite ethnic group is smart.
I'm a mixed breed and hope to live longer because of it.
My father was Bolivian, which makes me half-Bolivian. It's where I got some of my exotic features and certainly my skin tone.
On my mother's side I'm Polish-Jewish, and on my father's side I'm Scottish puffin.
This one guy's wife is such a pretty brown thing, that I'm liable to give her a poke or two. Whaddaya think of that?
I'm black and Cuban, Australian and Irish, and like most people in America, I'm someone whose roots come from somewhere else. I'm a mixed race, first-generation American.
You're very beautiful, dear', she said, 'what nationality are you, Indian?'
'No', I smiled, 'I'm Aboriginal.'
She looked at me in shock. 'You can't be,' she said.
'Oh, you poor thing,' she said, putting her arm around me, 'what on earth are you going to do?
Never complete. Never whole.
White skin and an African soul.
People are people. Wherever they come from or whatever they look like, they're the same. As the philosopher Garnglegoot the Confused once said: "I'll have a banana and crayon sandwich, please." (Garnglegoot always did have trouble staying on topic.)
Beauty is not just a white girl. It's so many different flavors and shades.
You belong, Jaz. You're a human being. Color isn't what you are.
It's just your shade. You're beautiful. Inside. Where it counts.
To be black
On the steps of the Federal Building we ran into Carmencita Ibanez, a classmate of ours and one of the nice things about being a member of a race with two sexes.
Part of our tradition as black women is that we are universalists. Black children, yellow children, red children, brown children, that is the black woman's normal, day-to-day relationship. In my family alone, we are about four different colors.
She is dark. He is fair. She comes from there. He comes from here. They like each other. It is an easy and lovely lust ...
I am a tropical black man.
I am the cute one! She's just my sister.
Kope!" the other guy yeled. "What the frick?! You got some cheetah blood in you or what?""Seriously!" insisted Blake. "How did you run so fast?"
"I am African." Without taking his eyes from mine, Kopano eased himself off me, and I sat up.