It did not matter how hard I tried to succeed, what my GPA was, or how I carried myself. All she saw was the color of my skin, and how she could use a single word to degrade me.
The color of my skin will always define me. It will always be the first thing everyone sees. However, it defines me in a positive way. Rather than allowing the hatred to get to me, I turn negative experiences into motivation. My skin uplifts me and allows me to take the stereotypes and racism against me and prove anyone who thought less of me