I remember when I couldn’t just wake up, brush my hair, and go like the other girls.
That got me thinking about how every black person laughed at me when I told them I wish I could just use water and a wig brush on my hair.
I remember the sadness that I felt.
I remember when my white teachers would face turn red whenever the topic of slavery, apartheid, or segregation came up
Like geez, I don’t think you singlehandedly were the reason for slavery calm down.
I remember when my white friends would ask me how did I change my hair so quickly and I was so confused because I thought that was normal.
Like damn yall ain\'t never seen a black girl change her hairstyle
I remember my mom telling me not to pick my brother up so I didn’t drop him
I wish I would’ve known that I would cherish that memory forever until I can’t anymore
I remember the admiration I had for my uncle terry when he came around
Little did I know that admiration would quickly fade when I got older
I remember the feeling of betrayal I felt at the young age of 12
That was the summer I knew the true definition of pain and trust issues
I remember when I was old enough to understand police brutality and who Trayvon Martin was.
That’s when I truly realized that we all bleed the same but I’ll die first
I remember when the urge to hide under the desks ad have temper tantrums went away
I only stopped because I couldn’t fit underneath the desks anymore but hey a win is a win
Memories are something I love and hate all at the same time.
I’m just tryna figure out which ones outweigh the other