Yes, I'm Black.

I love finding random writings on my computer...

I love being black despite living in a society that wants me to be everything but. 

Being a young black woman born in America
and raised in the South has made me more aware of the skin I’m in.
And at the peak of this awareness, I have fallen so deep in love with my skin.
There’s nothing else that I would rather be.
My culture. My heritage. My history. My skin.
The history behind who am and what it means to be black fills my spirit with pride.
The things that my ancestors went through so that I can be in the position that I am today..
A young, black, educated woman with the right to vote only names a few…
When my future child asks me if they can be the president of their country,  
I can say with conviction: "Yes, baby, you can!"
I live my life everyday in a society that makes it hard for people like me to succeed.
Luckily, I’m no stranger to hard work.
My culture; which has influenced so many other races.
From the music, traditions, style of dress, our soulful cooking, and mannerisms. 
Our diversity, variety of complexions.
I could go on and on


Even at the tender age of 23, I have experienced discrimination, been called out of my name, and judged because of the color of my skin. Fortunately, I don’t entertain ignorance.  Yes, I’m black. You mad? Pray about it.