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Born and raised in Haiti where most if not all people have black skin, I have never asked my parents: "Why is my skin BLACK?" It never occurred to me that my skin color could be called different.
Once I started traveling, I have noticed that more and more people stare at me. At first, I thought that my beauty attracted them but they were touching my skin. Consequently, I thought they were appreciating the texture of my skin. However, they were looking at me differently than the people back home; the voice says: "Oh, you are BLACK!" I am not sure if I have to consider this as a revelation or a confession. Guess what honey? I already know that I am BLACK. Why do people sometimes want to remind us that we are BLACK as if we sometimes forget?
These expressions should not shake our energy because they reflect someone's else insecurity about us being a minority and not our insecurity. Being a minority is always reminded in the media, classroom, coffee shops, and workplace that we should take advantage to show why we are BLACK.
BLACK and BOLD!