Growing up in a black/white family ...
Being black always felt hard. Donât be too loud, donât talk a certain way because people will think youâre uneducated, donât act out when your upset by the way people treat. Wear your hair this way so they know you donât come from the hood. Always make sure your clothes are nice and neat. Always be a different version then the one they petray you to be.
My grandmother is a Strong black women that took care of her grandchildren when her daughter couldnât. She did that for my mother and my aunt as well. She is the emphasis of a Queen. Through she never taught me to hate myself... I did that by myself because of how the world view people that looked just like me. Donât get twisted I love my family and the different colors of skin tone we have but in a society where they make you fell less then what you are is hard to swallow as a child. Iâve always been dark skinned, my sister who lighter then me passing for Mexican cause of her father being Spanish didnât get the same treatment as me when we walked into a store or out to restaurant was daunting. Why treat me different then my own sister who has the same blood as me. Why not speak to me first, make direct eye contact with me.
So I learn at a young age to be a little less bright, a little less smart cause no one wants a girl thatâs smart and darkskin taking the light aways from someone thatâs more acceptable by society.
But now Iâm at an age where I donât tolerate or summit to that bystander bullshit. Iâm Black, im a WOMEN, Iâm beautiful, Iâm smart and no one ever gonna stomp out my light. No ones ever gonna make he feel less than I am, cause I may not be the moon, but I am more than eclipses that will shine bright once the sun is out again.
