Black Girl Problems, Childhood, Race, Uncategorized

Discolored Recollections

The color of my skin never before occurred to me until I wanted to be the pink Power Ranger at recess and was told I had to be the yellow ranger because the pink ranger was white. This confused me because although my ethnicity has always been somewhat ambiguous , I did not have the… Continue reading Discolored Recollections

Dating, Family, Relationships

Birds of a Feather

I have one tattoo. I got it when I was 24 with my sisters and my mother. The four of us all look so different. My older sister is dark, with almost black eyes and a wide toothy smile. Her hair is short and fine, soft and shiny. My hair is the longest, brown and… Continue reading Birds of a Feather