When I talked to my buddy we talked about where I came from: I'm a product of hardworking people Of the descendant of an army chef and seamstress And a hard working single mother as a grandmother The product of a brain cancer survivor and compassionate person for parents. I have my own story in spite of the generalizations people place on me because of the identities that don't grant me privilege. It's so much harder to notice the identities that give you privilege when the ones that don't are so obvious. I feel like this is something that I'm still learning to negotiate.