This ain’t some kumbahyah shit…
I can always count on @comosehomo to write something insightful and interesting.
It’s kinda funny how lots of us, when we’re younger, do everything we can to make who we are invisible. We do anything to make out differences disappear, but now that I’ve gotten older, I appreciate how I’m not like you, or you like me:
- I’m a black kid that beat the odds because my parents (Mom and Grandma) beat them first.
- I’m a tall black kid that didn’t play basketball. I was in marching band and made all-state chorus.
- I’m a pretty big mothafuckin’ dork: what’s up video games? Fantasy novels? Shit, any novel!
- I originally locked my hair because it made it easier for me to maintain, but now I think it’s pretty damned awesome and keeps me a little more grounded in my culture, and serve as a big “fuck you” to the establishment. You will hire me, because my afro-centric hair is the shit.
- I’m related to most, but not all, of my black friends…most of my white friends? Well, I go to Appalachian State University. Except I no longer feel like I’m not “black enough” because most of my friends are white. Nigga, please. Suck it middle-school.
- I speak “proper” English (even though that shit techinically doesn’t exist. Dialect in America class will ruin your life!) because my mom and grandma glared the slang out of me.
- I’m a gay kid whose mom was like “duh”, grandma shrugged her shoulders upon finding out (after the initial freak-out) and whose younger 21 year-old brother hugs my girlfriend like she’s family.
- I’m a black kid that loves fried chicken, fried okra, cornbread, fish and grits, and will eat watermelon until I’m physically sick. Even though that has a lot more to do with growing up in the south than being black.
- I’m crazy tired right now. Excuse me. I’m going to nap.
