Growing up I hated being black and I mean hate. It wasn’t just a mild discomfort; it was a hatred that consumed me. I longed to be anything but Black, anything but African. I wanted to blend into the sea…
Death and College; How do we cope?
Now, I’m going to be honest, I still haven’t figured this one out. I’m currently writing this, sitting out at cheer practice crying because 2 hours prior, I found out my friend died of cancer.