Its like I love being black, I love our culture, I love my hair, I love my skin I just hate experiencing what I have to experience because of the color of it.
And nobody wants to talk about race it kills the vibe, makes it awkward and we’re young we want to have fun, I want to have fun and not go through theses situations like women of other races can. And it makes me sad and I don’t know what to do or how to make it stop. It almost feels impossible that the world will ever understand this struggle our(black women) struggle in this world. It makes you want to break down and be numb and give up but we still always come out so strong. And then it she's too strong, they're hard, they’re angry. Our strength isn’t even acceptable.
I feel like these past few months anything negative that only a black women could experience is what I went through and it’s all hitting at once and I won’t be brought down I’m tougher than that but why can’t I get a chance to be soft like other races of women. Sometimes I don’t want to be tough.
-A Black Girl Â
