February 8, 2019

Growing up I was always proud of my black skin.  The pure essence of being black made me proud and feel like I could do anything just because by society’s standards I was expected to fail – I have always been a little militant.  However, as I looked around and noticed the feature that made me different from other races and even some of my own people I thought made me ugly – my nose.  It wasn’t until one summer about 10 years ago my sister and I had a marathon of documentaries like the 14-part docuseries of Eyes on the Prize (btw-every minute worth watching), Roots, Roots the Next Generation etc. did I fully recognize what my nose meant.  My skin, my nose, my lips…hips…big hands…hair meant more to me than just a feature.  I represent something that no other race can and what some people of mine try to erase.