Guess who I am
was followed around the store, having more than enough money to pay for the 4 items I came for
I was stared at when I walked in with braids like it’s something exotic
I was fired because I wasn’t the right color. And people like me couldn’t be trusted
I was told that I should be happy to get these opportunities because I wouldn’t get them often
I was told that I wasn’t smart enough for the scholarship
I was told that I’m too sensitive and I should have tougher skin when dealing with issues of the skin
I was told that the genocide of my people was years ago and I should get over it
I was told that our people should always be tough and we shouldn’t have mental health issues.
I was told that I wouldn’t make it in the sports industry unless I know a guy to help me up.
If you don’t know by now
I’m a girl
Oh and I’m also black.
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