Culture Code ~ Day5
Updated: Apr 7, 2018
Someone clipped my wings a long long time ago.
I spent my time taking in deep breaths.
Recovering from the illusion that I am separate.
Divided.
Different.
Not ONE.
Divided.
Othered.
Not good enough.
I remember when she told me I spoke, “spoke so well”.
I said, “thank you”.
I knew she meant well, but that rubbed me the wrong way.
In a way what she said was insinuating that I too am just another darkie.
Black skin.
Black girl catching you with your whiteness off guard.
No I don’t speak ebonics
No I don’t always move my neck from left to right when I talk.
But sometimes when I’m with my girls
I code switch real quick…
And its fun -
To act like what some may call
Ghetto
Or
Ratchet
Or too black
Someone clipped my wings a long long time ago.
I must not be who I am supposed to be
Because even the black kids tell me…
How many times have you had your wings clipped?
When was the first time?