What it's Like to Be a Black Girl (For those of You Who Aren't)
Listening to rumors of colors spreading around the hallways and neighborhoods being 11 years of age. Ungrateful boys picking and choosing what colors to be with. Seeing gorgeous and beautiful black queens walking down the hallways. Some were even extremely darker than the others.
"I like that one right there, " a dark skin boy said.
"Which one?" a light skin boy asked his friend.
"The light skin one with the long hair, she poppin nigga, " the dark skin boy said.
"I like that one, " the light skin boy said.
"Who?" Dark skin boy asked.
"That thick dark skin girl with the big ass booty, she fine G, " light boy said.
"Her? She too dark for me, " dark skin boy said.
"What's wrong with dark girls?" Light skin boy asked with a grin on his face.
"I don't like dark skin girls, they too much for me, dark skin girls stuck up, " dark skin boy said shaking his head.
"I feel you, but I think they be packin more than light skin girls doe, " light boy said. When he said that, a brown tall boy heard him from a distance and walked up.
"YEAH I FEEL YOU BRO, " he said with a loud voice and giving the light skin boy a dab.
"Aye I don't see how y'all niggas fuck with them dark skin bitches," dark skin boy said.
"Aye I don't care what color these bitches is, as long as I get in that pussy and suck on them damn tits you feel me?" the brown skin boy said smiling.
All my life I asked myself why do they choose colors among African Americans? Why could men just be grateful for a female no matter how she looks? All through the years of being a black girl I saw the dark and the darker skins get treated poorly. Being light skin like Alisa Keyes was a plus in the black communities. Being dark skin like Whippi Goldberg was a failure and unattractive in the black communities and in the white communities as well.
Growing up people asked me what was I mixed with? By me being a light complexion and with long natural hair, and of course my shape. I was always the one that dark skin boys and men really wanted and lusted for. No one never ridiculed me about my complexion. I denied my race as a black girl for a while until I enrolled in College. I used to always tell others that I was half Hispanic and half black. Knowing that it is not any Hispanics in my family. I do have Native Americans on my father's side of the family. I surrendered myself from that self- denial. I always say now that "I'm black and that's it. It doesn't matter what other heritages I have in my family. I am a beautiful black woman and no one can't take that away from me. Accept your skin color. Embrace your skin color. Black is beautiful no matter if you are dark, brown, light or albino. It is all beautiful like art."