This post is brought to you by a generous reader.  Growing up, my blackness -- or perceived lack thereof -- was always a matter of discussion. From a very young age I remember being told that my speech, mannerisms, and my interests were not black enough. I was considered an “Oreo,” black on the outside, white on the inside by my peers and even my parents. While my step-sister and play cousins were memorizing the words to the latest…