It is Okay to Be the Weird Black Girl

Condemnation (noun): the expression of very strong disapproval; censure

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For years, I have been the outcast, but not the outcast who just dressed differently or who listened to peculiar music, although I was guilty of that too; I was the little girl who was not “Black enough”. My siblings and I were taught to be proud of who we were and where we came from and that my Blackness was not something to be ashamed of. I was taught at a young age the “proper” way to carry, compose, and articulate myself; however, that wasn’t enough.

I was the bull with the target on its back.

My first memory of feeling differently was at 11 years old. It was a gloomy day and the air smelled of yesterday night's rain. I was wearing my favorite navy blue jumper with white ruffle socks. It was lunch time, I grabbed my milk carton, tray of pb&j and carrots and took a seat with the rest of my class. “Hey guys, how’s it going ? Within moments, I heard “You talk so white, let’s move guys I told y'all she's a weirdo.”