They take my kindness for weakness. They take my silence for spechless. They consider my uniqueness strange. They call my language slang. They see my confidence as conceit. They see my mistakes as defeat. They consider my success accidental. They minimize my intelligence to "POTENTIAL". My questions mean, "I'm unaware". My advancement is somehow unfair. Any praise is preferential treatment. To voice my concern is Discontentment. If I stand up for my self, I'm too defensive. If I don't trust them, I'm too apprehevisive. I'm defiant if I separate, Yet, I'm fake if I assimilate. So, contantly I am faced with work place hate. My character is constatly under attack. Pride for my race make me "TOO BLACK". Yet, I can only be me. And ,who am I you might ask? I am that strong BLACK WOMAN...Who stands on the backs of my ancestor's? Achievements, with an erect spine pointing to the stars with pride. Dignity ..
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