Narrative Essay On Kauleta

Kauleta where did you go" my mère called as we walked From the exit or jc penny 's to our car. It was an unbearably hot day and I had made the mistake Of wearing a long sleeve shirt pervious to this my brother Had taken off his shirt so before we crossed the street I stopped to take off my shirt keep in mind I was only like 6 or 7At the time I didn 't have much but mosquito bites for breast so I thought It was okay to take off my shirt and plus I seen my brother do it plenty of times So I thought that I was in the clear but as soon as my mom turned around and Seen me pulling my shirt over my head she snatched me up so fast I didn 't even know she did until I was being dragged across the street my the color of my shirt."dammit Kauleta didn 't I even tell girls don 't do that there are perves out here that would just love to see what you got" This was the day that I first started learning what it meant to be a …show more content…
when people look at me the don’t see the black culture that has ran down my bloodline for more generations than I can count they see how unbelievably pale my skin is depending on what season to some people they only consider me as a black women when it’s the summer time because that 's the time when I’m darkest and apparently i look black. Many years ago when I was I was in elementary schools a couple of girls walked up to me and asked me what race I was. keep In mind I was in 2 ed didn’t see a problem with how light I was I didn 't think that the darkness of my skin determined the level of blackness I had and neither did most of my other friends they thought that I was just as black as them only lighter except for this one girl demira I think her name was she and her friends walk up to me while i’m sitting on the big toy basking in the warm sun waiting for my friends to come outside from lunch. damira comes up to me and says “leela what are