Personal Narrative: African Americans And African American Cultures

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During my life I have always taken pride in the fact that I was African American. My mother raised me to carry myself like I was a part of an elite club whose members had faced many trials and tribulations and no matter what continuously prevailed. She made sure to let me know that I came from good stock and that I should never walk with my head down. Once I entered school and started learning what I was told to be complete “American History” I was even more interested in how far my lineage went and about the African culture that we originated from. Once I got in high school and into my college I was often asked was I African and I was a little unsure how to answer the question. On one hand if I was to sign up for a sight like Ancestry.com I would be able to trace exactly where I originated from and a place in Africa would be sure to come up but on the other hand I had learned that being African American was totally different than being African which I could not understand.