The Writers Voice
Black Like Me
When I was a
little girl I was very confused. I did not know
quite where I belonged. You see the little black
girls called me names. I was different from them. I
had "good hair" and fair skin. I never needed a
press and curl. I could never wear cornrows and
extensions they would never hold in my hair. I
tried to be friends with these black girls because
I was told that they were my sisters. I introduced
myself, only to be insulted and called "jiggaboo,"
"high yellow," "whitey," "house ni**er ," and the
worst of all, "sell-out." I think the reason why
that one hurt the most was because I had not sold
out to anyone. When I looked in the mirror I did
not see color. I saw a girl looking for acceptance.
Sure I took voice lessons and dance. This is
because I was interested in those things; I was not
trying to be better than my sisters. I cried
because these girls would not even talk to me.
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