Re: How has life bin...For you to live in your Black skin...OURSTORY
So many interesting and similar experiences. EG, school; I was the ONLY black girl in my school until I was 14, my mother, in her ignorance, felt it was better to live amongst them. The hair stories - 'hair bear bunch', dating - though I never, ever found them attractive enough to worry about it; the way they smelled, being asked, every year, "you like the hot weather do you?" - even though I was born in England! -All kinds of experiences. I could write tomes.
But you know what, I always, from an early age, knew that despite the brainwashing and negative images of my people, knew something they didn't. That was, that I was blessed to be black. I have never felt the need to apologise for my nubian self. Never. I'm not sorry, I'm sorry for them. Always was. In school, I was always the cleverest, had to be. My hair I was used to, knew I couldn't change it. Why would I want their men when so many of them wanted mine, what's good for them.... And so on. They could never tell me anything, because I knew more about them than they knew about me. You see them on their tv.
As I told one colleague, when she complained about being surrounded by blacks: "if you don't like black people, commit suicide. Slit your throat then".
So,it's not how I live in my black skin,it suits me. How the hell do they live in theirs?
Irie
So many interesting and similar experiences. EG, school; I was the ONLY black girl in my school until I was 14, my mother, in her ignorance, felt it was better to live amongst them. The hair stories - 'hair bear bunch', dating - though I never, ever found them attractive enough to worry about it; the way they smelled, being asked, every year, "you like the hot weather do you?" - even though I was born in England! -All kinds of experiences. I could write tomes.
But you know what, I always, from an early age, knew that despite the brainwashing and negative images of my people, knew something they didn't. That was, that I was blessed to be black. I have never felt the need to apologise for my nubian self. Never. I'm not sorry, I'm sorry for them. Always was. In school, I was always the cleverest, had to be. My hair I was used to, knew I couldn't change it. Why would I want their men when so many of them wanted mine, what's good for them.... And so on. They could never tell me anything, because I knew more about them than they knew about me. You see them on their tv.
As I told one colleague, when she complained about being surrounded by blacks: "if you don't like black people, commit suicide. Slit your throat then".
So,it's not how I live in my black skin,it suits me. How the hell do they live in theirs?
Irie
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an boom shut off, mi stawt ee again an reach a denex on ramp and chugg again
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