At Harvard I was taking an African-American studies class and we were reading about the tragic mulatto. Invariably the tragic mulatto can’t fit in either world and flings herself off a bridge. So I’m reading and I’m like ‘Oh my God I think I’m in literature’ but my life was never like that.

At Harvard I was taking an African-American studies class and we were reading about the tragic mulatto. Invariably the tragic mulatto can’t fit in either world and flings herself off a bridge. So I’m reading and I’m like ‘Oh my God I think I’m in literature’ but my life was never like that.

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