kenyabenyagurl

youngblackandvegan:

eliminate the phrases

"there are no good black men"

"all the good black men are taken"

"black men aren’t attracted to a girl like me"

"there are more black men in jail than in college"

"the more educated i get the less likely i’ll find me a black man"

"i’m tired of…

kenyabenyagurl

youngblackandvegan:

eliminate the phrases

"there are no good black men"

"all the good black men are taken"

"black men aren’t attracted to a girl like me"

"there are more black men in jail than in college"

"the more educated i get the less likely i’ll find me a black man"

"i’m tired of…

blackbettye

They take my kindness for weakness.

They take my silence for speechless.

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 concern is discontentment.

If I stand up for myself, I’m too defensive.

If I don’t trust them, I’m too apprehensive.

I’m defiant ! if I separate.

I’m fake if I assimilate.

Yet, constantly I am faced with work place hate.

My character is constantly under attack.

Pride for my race makes me, “too black”.

Author Unknown (via prose-and-afros)