Personal Narrative: The Struggle Of Black Women

I am not ghetto, or loud. I do not clap my hands, roll my neck or kiss my teeth. Naturally, I am not confrontational or a fighter. I am a sixteen year old East African girl who wants to talk freely like water spilling out of a faucet but is constantly being plugged. I spend my time reading blog posts and learning about the role oppressed groups play in society and how difficult it is to break cycles of poverty or injustice. The older I get the more I realize that the blog posts of black women all have something in common, a venting frustrated tone. And the older I get the more I realize that all I want to do is find people who I can vent to. Vent about how every time I try to explain the struggles of black women to someone, they dismiss my feelings as being “typically emotional”, or “unnecessarily sassy and loud”. There were many times that I acted super calm and was still treated like the stereotypical angry black girl. Throughout my years I’ve realized that the moment an assertive black woman expresses her opinion, she becomes …show more content…
We gathered around the wooden table, ate, and talked about mind numbing things in pop culture that required the intelligence of a rock. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye the conversation quickly changed to whether or not racial profiling existed. My friends were all white and decided that their homogenous point of view on whether or not white people were systematically oppressed, equally as other people of color, was more valid then what I believed. My friends live and go to school in a predominantly white area, so they barely have the opportunity to see people of color talk about their experiences of racism. There I was sitting in a circle surrounded with my white friends who are so sheltered from the unpleasant experiences of other people of color that, I felt compelled to show them why racial profiling exists and affects the day to day lives of