You are not Black.
Lalaina Rackson

Reading this made my heart hurt. We express the pain that comes from just existing in the world and not being allowed to be exactly who we are, and people pipe up with their own experiences to compare. I’ve found that even if their intention isn’t to talk over us, the very action of inserting their experience leaves nothing in its wake but silence. Being black and unapologetic about it as a woman is to be at odds with everything society tells you about yourself. You need to be “just black enough” and no more and no less that what is expected.

I see you sis.

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