Oh what it means to become Black. To learn Black. To live Black. To understand Black. Beyond a color. Beyond a skin tone? Beyond darkness?
The African immigrant, fresh from a 10+ hr flight, soon learns as she steps into God’s Own Country - as she had heard Her be called on many occasions.
Oh the sweet smiles, the goodlucks, the goodbyes, the “remember me”s, the “call often”s, and the “study hard”s. Soon to be far memories.
The clan. The tribe. The ethnicity. Soon to be secondary.
“Hi, welcome! Can you fill out this form please?”
The beginning of an identity defined by Her. Impossible to ignore. Taunting. Weeping. Frightening. Murdering.