conversations are always so similar it is almost as if they were scripted. I answer “yes”, but the person proceeds to tell me why I am not black. They say that I am too light-skinned, that I have “white-people hair”, or that I do not act black. I always wonder what makes these people think that they have the authority to tell me who I am. Despite being annoyed by their ignorance, I explain how I am indeed a black person. Having to constantly deal with encounters such as these has conditioned me to be ready…
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