Carnesia,
Aurora, CO.
As far back as I can remember I’ve always been told by past educators that I am very “well mannered” unlike the other students in my classroom who were all Black. At the time, I saw this as a wonderful compliment. I wasn’t loud or disruptive like the others. I didn’t play loud rap music and flail about wildly when my song came on, I was well-mannered me with crooked my purple framed glasses nose deep in a book of many chapters and not one picture to be seen. As time dragged on I began to question if I were Black. What does it mean to be Black?
