A Black Experience
You know you're black when..............
You keep getting asked where you’re from when you’ve lived in the country for thirty plus years and your kids were born there.
When you put on your jeans and it still doesn’t fit your round booty properly.
You hear yourself referred to as “that coloured girl” (who uses that anyway?), or “that Black girl”.
You laugh so hard that you cry at “your mama”, jokes.
You understand what racial profiling is.
You walk into a store and the security follows you through your whole shopping experience while ignoring others.
You remember how hard it was to get a decent job before affirmative action helped out even though you are better qualified or sometimes over qualified for the job.
You call to make an appointment over the phone and when you show up they say something like, "oh, you speak so well. I didn't realize you were Black". Silly me, I didn't know that I had to speak black too.
You attempt to move out of the stereotypes that others have of you yet you get dragged back again and again.
You read about all of the wonderful inventions and first that we’ve brought to our world.
You live in a town that’s still ninety five percent white and you’re lucky to see any other Black faces during you day around town.
It’s 2013 yet the attitude of racial intolerance still exists on this planet.
The majority puts you down without the understanding that you are part of the whole. White includes all of the colours.
To be Black is just part of the experience here on Earth.