The negative treatment and pain I received as a black girl, and still into my adulthood, it amazes me how I'm still standing tall and strong. It amazes me how people have tried to break me, even my own kind, but I'm still here. Truth is I gotta to have thick skin and protect myself, because I got no choice. If I don't... who will? And that is the everyday life of living as a black woman. We are the loneliest race on earth.
I’m Black Dominican with two past long terms relationship in my life both white guys ,I just love white males, so in I always like interracial couples even though I did date someone same dark skin color as me during my dating times , which I considered a nice looking tall guy , well-educated and financially stable, we go out a few times trying to get to know each other further, however the relationship didn’t move forward basically because it was more of curiosity on my behave than anything else in reality I just wanted to at least try someone outside of my ethic group but I knew I didn’t like dark skin man as partner but it’s different when it comes to relationship I don’t have any problem friendly wise but I can’t cross
Being black in America is a struggle that we will always have to live with. And in doing so we have to be cautious and aware that being black in America has its hardships.
Growing up in a family where my mom was a doctor and my dad was a musician, I was exposed to a lots of things in my life. For example I was able to see Broadway plays and and go on family trips to Disney every year in the winter. A lot of people would say I was very fortunate to be one of the family where I knew both my parents and they did there best to give me a lot of life experiences. But me being an African-American male it seems like I not supposed to how do experiences, I was supposed to not know my father not to be able to go on these trips with my family.
Unknown Hi i’m Bella. I look like a happy go lucky African american woman. Well to all that say that they only got one part right in that whole statement. I’m an average african american woman. I have nothing and no one to truly call my own.
Growing up my parents instilled in me that I was beautiful and my skin was beautiful. It was clear to me that everyone else didn’t feel the same way. I went to a couple different schools throughout my life starting with a predominantly black school then a predominantly white school then a very diverse school and at each one I still experienced colorism. At the black school I was not liked because I was darkskin and my hair was kinky and I was just not as pretty as the light skinned girls.
“This is my niece, and she is going to be the doctor in the family.” “This is my daughter, Kenisha, she is in the Health Sciences Academy at Bayside.” If you were to ever ask my parents, family, or friends what comes to mind when they hear my name, it would be intelligence. The word smart is not a good enough description of myself, as for I prefer intelligent.
Challenges are events that are used to change you for the better should you choose it accept it. The challenges I have faced wasn’t a matter of choice but of something that I have no control over. Some people will tell you it’s a burden, some say it’s an entitlement or free ride. Science says it’s just having a high amount of melatonin due to geographical location for survival. To me though, being black probably one of the biggest challenges a human can have in America at least I find it terribly perplexing.
Although I, my parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and previous generations were born in the United States; being an involuntary immigrant is something that has always crossed my mind since I was a young child. I always wondered what life would be like now if our ancestors were never taken from our home and brought to “America”, but what African American hasn’t. Growing up a young African American female with sickle cell anemia I’ve encountered several socio-cultural dynamic situations. As a child, my parents somewhat sheltered me from the reality and negativity of the world, partly because I would be too young to understand, and because they wanted me to make my own decisions. I went to an elementary school that was predominantly black,
A person’s nationality is an important part of who he or she is. Where one is born can have an effect on so many aspects of the person they will be. This can include their religion, their physical characteristics, the language they speak, or the persecution they may face because of all those things. The point is that one’s nationality and one’s individuality aren’t separate entities. They add and take away from each other.
The small town that I am from in North Carolina is predominantly white. And when I say predominantly white, I mean near ninety percent (NorthCarolina.com. N.p., n.d. Web). While growing up, it was common to be referred to as “that black girl.” It did not take a toll on my self-esteem until I started becoming aware of the negative connotation people were using in order to label me.
In the poem “ What it is like to be a black girl”, Patrica Smith uses metaphorical language to show us how young black girls are being judge in society based on stereotypes . It’s describing how she wants to change and become like other people in the racial society because she’s having a hard time accepting who she is. In the beginning of “What it’s like to be a black girl” it gives you a view of a young black girl who doesn’t feel accepted in society. It emphasis the fact that many young black girls want the world to accept them for who they are.
First, many locations have dockworkers who are of different ethnicities. I always liked going to the place where the dockworkers had some Latinos, because I have often heard them refer to me as " Pinche Negro : or " Pinchie Miyati ". Hope I spelled those right, LOL. The first one means the F-bomb with Negro on the end. The second literally means F-bomb and N-word together.
However, I have come to terms with the fact that all I have is my story and even though it may not be the saddest or dramatic, what is important is, it is my own and I know how difficult it has been for me to overcome the obstacles in my life. Being a black woman I have learned early on that I need to work twice as hard in order to be taken seriously, and there are certain obstacles that I will face because I am a woman as well as the fact that I am black that many others do not face.
One day, I was walking in town, and to my wandering eyes, I saw a garden. It was no surprise. I realized there was something different. I found out very fast. In the middle, there was broken glass.
How I survived against racism In the fifth grade, I had a wonderful teacher who cared for all her students no matter of race, gender, nation, political identity, or interests. When she taught controversial topics, she taught well knowing that some students may be offended and tried her best to make the insulted being feel better. After the third month of school, she was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to miss the next 4 months of the year. During that time, a substitute came in to fill her place in the classroom’s society.