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The community I grew up in central Texas celebrated my heritage, honored differences in culture, and fostered personal growth and self-discovery. My parents, with the strong work ethic they developed on their family’s farms in Ghana, encouraged my brother and me to work hard and find ways to use our skills to be of service to others, which wasn’t hard to do growing up in Austin with its many avenues to become involved and take care of the community, whether it was helping to direct families through the Trail of Lights at Zilker Park during the winter or raise money for educational programs for underprivileged kids in the area through working the concession stands at the University of Texas at Austin. It was this collaborative mindset that Austin
Growing up in southwest Atlanta, Georgia, I have been surrounded by ‘black success’ instead of just ‘success’ for the duration of my life. The blacks in my area are equally as successful, if not more accomplished than, the non-blacks, but we are always titled separately and put into a captive box. The box we are held in told young girls that they should aspire to be athletes, cosmetologists, or plain unemployed. The same box told young men that they could only be considered “somebody” if they were able to catch a ball well. These are occupations we would ‘best be suited for’; these are occupations that perpetuate the box.
My mother was my number one supporter then, and still is now. She is always by my side, and there for me. My pawpa is another important family member; he will be there for me, and come get me from across the states if I asked him too. He gives me sound advice, and guides me. I would say the event that impacted my life the most would be having cancer at such an early age.
The supply, a middle-aged male whom of which stood about six foot tall- who I vaguely recognised by sight but not by name; rambled on continuously about the Civil War that left our once great country teetering on the edge of complete obliteration. I had zoned out- like I usually did whenever classes took a swift boring turn, and my perfectly located desk- directly placed next to an arched glass window; allowed me the perfect opportunity for a brief escape from reality.
One girl in particular, Sarah, was extremely displeased with my arrival. I was unaware of this for the longest time until she made it very clear. Sarah had seemed friendly, she was very intelligent, and she was popular. I learned that Sarah was also extremely competitive and envious when others did better than her, and I learned it the hard way.
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.
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Growing up my parents instilled in me that I was beautiful and my skin was beautiful. It was clear to me that everyone else didn’t feel the same way. I went to a couple different schools throughout my life starting with a predominantly black school then a predominantly white school then a very diverse school and at each one I still experienced colorism. At the black school I was not liked because I was darkskin and my hair was kinky and I was just not as pretty as the light skinned girls.
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