Growing up in a black/white family ...
Being black always felt hard. Don’t be too loud, don’t talk a certain way because people will think you’re uneducated, don’t act out when your upset by the way people treat. Wear your hair this way so they know you don’t 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 couldn’t. 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. Don’t 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. I’ve always been dark skinned, my sister who lighter then me passing for Mexican cause of her father being Spanish didn’t 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 that’s smart and darkskin taking the light aways from someone that’s more acceptable by society.
But now I’m at an age where I don’t tolerate or summit to that bystander bullshit. I’m Black, im a WOMEN, I’m beautiful, I’m 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.
