The first time I can remember feeling black was in kindergarten there was a girl who didn’t want to sit next to me during a group activity I think her name was Sam I immediately knew why and probably didn’t care months later my mother came home to find me with a whole jar of Vaseline in my hair when she asked what I was doing I told her I wanted hair like the other kids white kids I tried to self-perm some kind of damage was being done at an early age that was the first time I can remember wanting to be anything other than myself.
