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Growing up Black: a thread
In elementary school I was bullied heavily because I hit a growth spurt early and was taller than all the boys. And none of the other black kids wanted to come to my defense for anything because I wasn’t “black enough” skin tone and the way I talked.
My last year in elementary school was the worst because not only were the students bullying me, my teacher was as well. I gathered the most votes for student council and she didn’t give it to me because I was a “problem student.” Nevermind my 5th grade teacher being the ONLY
Person to have my back because not only was I getting straight A’s, he noticed people picking on me on the playground and even informed my 6th grade teacher. The following year. Still she hated me and was the absolute worst to me.
Jr. High- the only black girl in my honors class. 7th grade wasn’t as bad thankfully most of the people I went to elementary school with went to a different jr high so fresh start. But 8th grade was absolute shit. Not only from students but TEACHERS AGAIN
Honors history. Again, only bg in the honors class. When the topic of slavery and the black protests came up some bullied me because of it. I didn’t realize before but it made me really depressed and made my grades slip. When I reported the racism I was the problem. Kicked out.
Spanish class. The teacher is the one that assigned seats. I happened to be next to all the ACTUAL PROBLEM kids. When They talked in class I told them to 
https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🤫" title="Shushing face" aria-label="Emoji: Shushing face">. I either got kicked out or given detention. One day, I went OFF. I was tired of always getting in trouble when I didn’t do
Got sent to the principal. TWICE. For defending myself. Got threatened with suspension if I kept disrupting class. I LITERALLY was QUIET that whole class cuz guess what, the honor students that bullied me WERE IN THAT CLASS.
I take it back abt 7th grade I remember my math teacher kicking me out of class and we were all so confused ESPECIALLY me and she said it was because I was mocking her in class while she talked. I was SO thrown off. She threatened to tell my volleyball coach to not let me on the-
Team (but hella honest I wasn’t gonna make it anyways LOL I sucked) the “mocking” she was referring to was me tryin to understand the equations in my head cuz MATH IS HARD AF AT 8 AM. I mumble to myself when trying to understand as did a lot of kids in my class. I was the problem
High SCHOOOOOOOOL I honestly had no problems because my parents put me in a different school than where my jr high school students were supposed to go. (Thank you LORD) I had no friends and felt maybe this would be a better fresh start. There were a couple students from my elem.
But I felt older, wiser, they couldn’t phase me. Finally copped me some friends (who are still my besties TO THIS DAY ily) and I was told I hated my own people because none of my friends were black. MIND YOU I was not a part of “my people” my whole life cuz I wasn’t full black.
I was SEXUALLY ASSAULTED one year by BLACK MALES and I was told BY FULL BLACK GIRLS MY AGE that us light skinned girls need to get used to that since we “think we are pretty and better than them” like.......??????!!!!! YALL the colorism is REAL in the black community my GAWD.
ANYWAYS. Back to high school. People finally shut up because I made friends with other girls WHO WERE BLACK. And you know how much I was scared to lose them as friends because of my skin color? And my personality??? Because it was always a problem growing up.
Nevermind that a couple of them thought I was Puerto Rican that’s beside the point LOL . When I told them what I actually was and they hung around me and got to know me, they still stuck around. You know how much I cried at home when I realized I had real friends? ACTUAL friends?
People who didn’t care about my skin color and loved my personality, and knew what I was and wasn’t as a human being???? I appreciated the HELLLLLLLLL out of that chiz. I might start crying right now remembering that sap chiz. Anyways. Things literally didn’t start getting good
Till my jr year of high school. I wanna talk abt 10th grade but it’s still too recent and I’ll literally blow up a house and im tryna stay cool. LOL ANYWAYS. Most of my school career was SHIT and it mainly had to do with the color of my skin. So if you read this thread till now,
I ain’t got no life lesson this was really just a rant about racism and colorism growing up. BUT. I WILL SAY. If anyone happens to be reading this and struggling like I did. IT WILL GET BETTER. I have the bestest friendsies and new friendsies in da world and I am...contempt LMAO
