Personal Narrative: The Black Race

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There was a time where I used to think negatively about the black race. I used to think why me, why do I have to appear so dark, why do I have to have hair that can barely reach ten inches without extensions or without some type of chemical treatment. And for the ones with long fine hair, I used to think that it was because they were probably mixed. Not even stopping to actually reason the facts of why they had hair and why they were light skinned and beautiful to society, while I was placed as black and ugly, regardless of how I looked. The skin, I reasoned, said it all. "Why are you so black," I repeated to myself and what my manager at work had previously said to me, over and over again. To people like that it did not matter about the fact …show more content…
I could not hide from my skin no matter how much I tried. I was literally the blackest sheep of my family. I was the darkest out of the all the girls, darkest out all the blacks in the majority white community I lived in, and blackest out of all my friends. Sure I can bleach and become lighter but I had still been black. The past I was someone who had dark skin that was shades darker then the norm. That part of my life was not ever going to be erased and there was no escaping it. But maybe one day I thought, one day, I could perhaps change my whole identity. Sure why not, I told myself, it would be easy considering the realities of today just look at Rachel Dolezal. If she can become black, it won't be hard for me to become white, Native American, or maybe even Asian. I had it all planned out in my head, after high school I would try to find some way to reconstruct my appearance and change identity. Thus leaving who ever I had known in the past "life" remain the past and nothing of the future. Nothing would remain and everything would change I said to …show more content…
As much as I can recall, it was on a Saturday where I had just come home after work and begun searching up music of the nineties. Why I was searching it up had nothing to do with me looking for answers to why I was black but somehow doing it got me answers that I pondered for so long. I had just listened to The Notorious B.I.G. and decided to search him up which was a thing I regular do with almost everything or person that I had thought was interesting. Looking up his life information got me looking up about the life of one of his used to be friend but turned rivalry Tupac. Tupac to me is in interesting man and had two sides to him. Him the hood rat, attracted me in a physical way but the revolutionary sparked something else inside of me. It showed me how to view myself and not as someone who was stuck being cursed with dark skin. But as someone who should not let society view me by my skin but by my