I’am the fourth child on my mother’s side and the second on my father’s side. I have a two sisters and three brothers. Conversely, My position in my family is the caretaker. Consequently, being the caretaker in my family, I find myself carrying the bulk of my family emotional stress. I identify as African-American female.
I grew up in a small town in Mississippi in a neighborhood about a five-minute walk from the Mississippi River. I spent the majority of my younger years growing up within this southern bubble. This place that I still call home and my experiences here helped to create the person that I am today. In my neighborhood in Greenville, MS we didn’t have much to do but staying out of trouble was the motive. Even when thinking of the activities to do they were pretty limited but that’s what caused for us to become creative.
In the past I have struggled with my biracial identity. As a child I was confused about which community I belonged in because I am a mix of Navajo and Caucasian. As I got older, I began to question myself and who I was. I felt like I did not belong to either the Native or Caucasian community because in both groups I felt like someone else. I felt as if I had to live two lives that were completely separated.
Unknown Hi i’m Bella. I look like a happy go lucky African american woman. Well to all that say that they only got one part right in that whole statement. I’m an average african american woman. I have nothing and no one to truly call my own.
Challenges are events that are used to change you for the better should you choose it accept it. The challenges I have faced wasn’t a matter of choice but of something that I have no control over. Some people will tell you it’s a burden, some say it’s an entitlement or free ride. Science says it’s just having a high amount of melatonin due to geographical location for survival. To me though, being black probably one of the biggest challenges a human can have in America at least I find it terribly perplexing.
I am a free African American, but in a since I am not free. I am not a free person because I am not allowed to vote or speak out for myself and my country where I live in. I want to have rights, but I am not allowed to due to some circumstances. Even though I am a free African American, people are saying that there is no proof that I am a free African American. Also, when a white American captures me, I do not have proof that I was a free African American, and I will be sent into slavery.
Remember a time when I first discovered that the world was stranger as I was a baby hearing noises and seeing objects for the very first time. As a child growing up I began to understand the use of the noise and the functions of the objects. I notice the world was strange by the different colors and patterns while looking outside. The world seems strange with the different races, height, and sizes of the different race. It 's seem strange that people of different races spoke and wrote in different languages.
Before I start my rant I just want to say that I am Pro black and no that does not mean that I am anti white! I just have 1 question for my woke or pro black friends! Why is it that every single time a black individual chooses to start a movement or spread something that they deem positive or a possible solution, other pro black people shut it down or have something negative to say? That shit is so irritating! Example: The cease fire movement was met with comments like "So why not put the guns down everyday?"
The negro community is no stranger than disadvantage. Even on the surface of thought with the weapons Richard and his friend uses against the white children. Richard’s situation is a perfect foreshadow of modern society. He gets gashed with a broken glass bottle and instead of focusing on who threw it, he gets blamed. Where do we see that today ?
Blaire Lewis RC 1000 Research Paper 25 April 2017 Cheerleading as a Sport The controversial debate of whether or not cheerleading is a sport has been going on for many years now. Although it is the fastest growing women’s sport, many Americans do not consider it a sport, mainly because they fail to differentiate the sideline cheerleaders from the competitive ones. The purpose of sideline cheerleading is to interact with the crowd and generate school spirit, whereas the purpose of competitive cheerleading is to perform against teams across the country and demonstrate high intensity skills in a two and a half minute routine.
The negative treatment and pain I received as a black girl, and still into my adulthood, it amazes me how I'm still standing tall and strong. It amazes me how people have tried to break me, even my own kind, but I'm still here. Truth is I gotta to have thick skin and protect myself, because I got no choice. If I don't... who will? And that is the everyday life of living as a black woman.
“Obstacles are barriers and to overcome them is to do whatever it takes to prevent them from stopping you from going where you want to go”. An obstacle is anything that keeps you from achieving your goal; it could be physical, financial or resource limitations. It could be moral opposition or anything that impedes you from comfortably achieving one's goal. Martin Luther King Jr overcame his obstacle in the Movie Selma. He gave Africans Americans the full right to vote.
My economic situation and racial identity intersect every minute of my life. Both were appointed to me upon birth, one I’m proud of, and one I will change eventually. Overall I feel these two identities had silent my voice in the sense that they are times I feel uncomfortable and scared to share my opinion in fear of judgment and perception on others. I feel that it’s easier for people to judge if you’re at the lower end of the latter, it gives them a sense of superiority that makes them comfortable to attack you. And it’s different if you are Latino and economically stable or white, society since to attack minorities or those less fortunate.
When I was younger I never felt out of place. I was at ease with the amount of love which spread across the faces of many black people (friends, family, coworkers etc.) my mother kept me around. As I was growing up all I'd seen were people who looked like me. Whether it was at school or just walking around our neighborhood.
The world is filled with people, and like snowflakes, each person is not the same as another. Each person identifies with different aspects of their lives to create their own personal identities. I personally identify with my Italian side of my family to help form who I am today. I have found myself connecting with this side more so than the other parts of my identity. It affects how I live my life by becoming the center to the culture surrounding me.
