I never think much about the fact that I am black. I know I am black. Like I know I am a girl, Like I know I am an American, Like I know I am nineteen. It is a fact; I am black.
I hate when people say I am not. My parents are black. Their parents are black. We are black. Look at my skin, It's dark and it's beautiful. How could I not be black? I am black.
I hate when people say I don't 'act' black. How does one act to be considered black? How am I acting? How is it not black? Look at my skin, It's dark and it's beautiful. How could I not act black? I am black.
I hate when people say I speak like a white person. A way of speaking is not exclusive to race. I am not white. I do not speak like a white person. My words are coming out of my black mouth. I speak properly, The way my black parents raised me to. Look at my skin, Its dark and it's beautiful. How could I not speak black? I am black.
I HATE when people say I am a white person trapped in a black body. I have NEVER heard anything more insulting. I am NOT trapped. This color is NOT a cell. I wear it proudly. Look at MY skin, It is DARK and it is BEAUTIFUL! How could I ever be trapped? I am black.
I am in no way white, Nor do I ever want to be. I am black And black is beautiful