identity.

It usually hasn't bothered me before, but nowadays I'm wondering what I AM.
Through high school, I just decided that I WAS and disregarded the "race" thing. I checked black when I filled out forms, and I cringed at the black jokes my friends made.
However, when I'd bring up my discomfort at these jokes, one said, "It's okay. You're not black, you're Kenyan."
I wondered why that made it ok, and why I couldn't stand up when people where being rude and derogatory. As a first generation American citizen, do I have no right to stop disrespect when I see it? Since my family hasn't been through slavery, does that make me exempt from racist remarks and racialization?
If I try untangling my identity, I send like a milk carton: 50% Kenyan, 25% Malian, 25% Mexican, but with French and American citizenship and a father who's a French native. I usually end up saying "My mom's Kenyan and my dad's French." and I save the rest for when I have time to explain it. The thing is, my dad probably identifies more with his French identity than with his Malian or Mexican one...he barely speaks Spanish but speaks French fluently, and was born and raised there. My mom is 100% Kenyan, and I look just like here, so people assume I'm African American-but I'm not EXACTLY. I guess I'm 75% African and 25% Mexican (I swear it all went to my hair...) I can't really say Kenyan-American though, that's just half of me. It's just confusing-I'm going to have to pick one thing and stick to it. I think I'll just check in the "multiracial" or "prefer not to answer" box from now on. If people don't believe me then whatever, son!
Oh, and I'm tired of the "WHATEVER YOU'RE HUMAN" stuff. I know I'm human, shoot me if I want to find out more about myself.