San Francisco, CA
I am an African American girl, yet I grew up scared of black people. I felt that I was unsafe and didn’t belong with them. An adult in my life lead me to believe these things that changed how I perceived myself and others. People identified me as ‘white’ despite my dark skin because of way I dressed, spoke, and where I lived. Now, 17 years old, I can honestly say I absolutely love black people, I love myself and my brothers, I love the different types of black cultures that I meet, and I love knowing my history and I am proud of it. I am proud to be a Black American.