it dont matter if your black or white

I got asked by my mother-in-law about whether or not i ever got to meet my grandma on my moms side. what she doesnt know is that i grew up around my grandma but not to her liking. She wasnt feeling us because we were "biracial" children. The dark side was NOT her cup a tea. We were just a bunch a black kids in her way. When we would go over to her house, we werent allowed to talk with her or come over to the table when her and mom were talking. We had to stay in the front room and watch golf. (thats what my grandpa liked). Now i cant speak for my grandpa. he never said anything at all anyway. not that i remember. 

but anyway, it took all that i had in me to not show the yuck i had inside when she mentioned her. my grandma passed away a long time ago and i dont miss her a bit. in fact, i am so glad for my dads mom because now i feel like i have a grandma. my moms mom didnt really do anything in that department. and when i was talking to the M-I-L i didnt want her to think i was being disprespectful. she doesnt even know what i dealt with knowing at such a young age. and its hard with her because she hadnt liked me for so long for the exact opposite of my grandmas disdain. Being white just aint right either. 

"I don't have prejudice against himself. My father was a white and my mother was black. Them call me half-caste or whatever. Me don't dip on nobody's side. Me don't dip on the black man's side nor the white man's side. Me dip on God's side, the one who create me and cause me to come from black and white." One love."

Bob Marley