Personal Narrative: I Am Racist

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Going into freshman year of highschool my cousin Emma moved in with my family and I. That’s when my perspective of myself changed. Emma helped me get past racism, she made me stronger, and taught me when to stick up for myself. Without Emma I would still be offended when someone calls me black or cry when people say my curly hair is weird. I'm not the insecure little girl I used to be. I'm not afraid to be who I am and I have Emma to thank for that.
Growing up in Fort Collins, Colorado there wasn’t very many Black Mexican little girls. Kids looked at me differently told me to go home and shower because I have dirt covering me. People would throw things in my hair because it would stick and they'd make fun of me for it. When we learned about slavery units every single …show more content…

Today it doesn’t phase me when people talk about my race and I’m proud to be Black and Mexican. With the past couple years there has been a huge uproar about black lives matter and I’m frequently asked about my opinion on the protest and Donald Trump. Today my mind set tells me to speak on the behalf of those who don’t have a say. Crying every time someone was racist, what was the point? There was no point and I couldn’t see that until Emma showed me. You can either build a bridge and get over it or never move forward. Emma moving in made me stronger because I learned not to let things bother me as much. Emma had a racist sense of humor but it was just that, humor. This made life easier because I could carry on without breaking down. I became light hearted about it and analyzed the difference between those who were joking, those who didn’t know what they’re talking about, and those who are prejudice. I also started sticking up for myself when someone was being rude to me because we don't have the same skin or hair. I won’t run away anymore I’ve learned to stand my ground and make sure that person knows they’re in the wrong. For example