The best thing that ever happened to me.
I grew up in an area that overlooked black women. I never felt like I was good enough or pretty enough. My hair was different, and the color of my skin stood out like a sore thumb.
When I was in grade school, I was called nigger more times than I can count. The last time that name rolled off of this young ladies tongue, I snapped, and one punch led to about 10. There she was on the ground covering her face as tight as she could, and her knees were pressed tightly against her chest. She laid on her side, screaming for help, and then the principal came rushing to the crowd, pushing past all the spectators. He grabbed me off of her, took us to his office, and suspended us both for three days.
During my time in suspension, I wondered if this was an indication of how the rest of my life would play out. Would I be criticized for the rest of my life because of the color of my skin?
As the years progressed, I often wondered, would I be happier if I was a different race? Would things be more comfortable for me?
No! I would not be happier if I was another race
No! Things would not be easier
I am who I’m supposed to be…..
The color of your skin should not limit your own personal goals and enjoyment in life. Ignorant people are ignorant to everyone and the need for them to make you feel less than is based on their own insecurities.
Stand and refuse to allow your ego to be single-handedly destroyed by an individual that reeks of a dead soul. With closer observation, you’ll find the truth behind spreading racism is due to inadequate exposure to anyone unlike themselves.
Being black is not something that I should have ever been ashamed of, but hiding how black I am is detrimental to my entire existence.
It’s not my job to inform anyone why being black is
But it is my job to feel honored and confident in who I was chosen to be!
You could have chosen to read any blog, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!