Is a black BMW any different from a white one? Is a black pitbull any different from a white one? Is a black house any sturdier than a white one? Is a black cup gonna hold the water any better than the white one? Get where I'm going? Color. A ridiculous thing to be prejudice about.
Growing up...I was too "black" for most white kids (mainly their parents) and am constantly told I am "white" or my favorite "have white girl tendencies" from black people. Last I checked...I didn't know my color defined who I was. Yes, I'm black...but am I not allowed to like Mozart, am I obligated to like rap music, am I not supposed to be smart or am I supposed to know how to dance? All of these questions are supposed to be answered by the color of my skin right...I don't think so.
My color doesn't stop me from learning anything I want to learn or doing anything I want to do. Although it has caused problems or made it more difficult at times...it has never STOPPED me. I have been the only black girl on the cheerleading squad, basketball team, in the classroom...and I'm sure there are more places that I just can't remember right now. Did it stop me from doing those activities? Of course not. Don't get me wrong, I always wished there were more girls like me in WHATEVER I did...but I couldn't let that stop me from living. If you have a problem with my color, then that's just that...YOUR problem. Get over it people. It's 2011.
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