Words are merely a conjunction of jumbled letters. We still rely on its usage, as our existence micro aggressions through them. But, though essential to understanding our past, they cannot encapsulate our inexplicable thoughts and emotions. Writing this letter to you all, will not sum up all of your feelings, but as a member of our community, I want to address the truth. Before you read the rest of this letter, I want you to introspectively think about anything that bothers you at the moment. Now, did any of your revelations tie into racism or sexism? If you think 'no,' how and when did this particular thing become bothersome? What initiated it? Being a Black woman, I ask these questions because they constantly harbor my mind.
In the earlier stages of my life, I had the privilege of never succumbing to society’s image of “beauty” and “femininity.” That was certainly short lived after my environment was sucked into a vacuum. I went from being surrounded by a mostly Black, loving, group of peers in elementary to attending a predominantly, hostile, middle school and currently, high school. I did not have many …show more content…
Not interested, I continued to do my work. She then began to bring up the topic of blonde hair being worn on Black women. My ears perked up, I didn’t like nor knew where this conversation was heading. That’s when she said it, ignorance spewing out of her mouth. Did she really say that blond-haired Black women look like transvestites? I couldn’t even begin to explain the anger that I felt at that moment. Though, with my eyes seeing red, I stayed quiet. I did not want to feed into the aggressive and “angry Black woman” narrative. When looking back, I regret. I should have defended my Black sisters and myself. I should have shut down that insulative transphobic comment that endangers my black transgender sisters’
In the earlier stages of my life, I had the privilege of never succumbing to society’s image of “beauty” and “femininity.” That was certainly short lived after my environment was sucked into a vacuum. I went from being surrounded by a mostly Black, loving, group of peers in elementary to attending a predominantly, hostile, middle school and currently, high school. I did not have many …show more content…
Not interested, I continued to do my work. She then began to bring up the topic of blonde hair being worn on Black women. My ears perked up, I didn’t like nor knew where this conversation was heading. That’s when she said it, ignorance spewing out of her mouth. Did she really say that blond-haired Black women look like transvestites? I couldn’t even begin to explain the anger that I felt at that moment. Though, with my eyes seeing red, I stayed quiet. I did not want to feed into the aggressive and “angry Black woman” narrative. When looking back, I regret. I should have defended my Black sisters and myself. I should have shut down that insulative transphobic comment that endangers my black transgender sisters’