Apart from the cryptic racist with undervalued, ignorant opinions, the average person just wants to go about their daily business without any significant hassle disrupting their routine. No ones after drama. or stress. or dispute.
People who seek the contrary are a small representation of humans and the fortitude we carry amongst our day to day lives. I recognise that.
Despite this, I acknowledge that I may be hated, or, disliked – to put it nicely.
It can’t go unnoticed, well, because you see it. It’s the colour/shade/tone of my skin. I’m brown. A minority. And an outcast to some.
I’m hated by many, yet a significant few. A representation of individuals who would rather judge me based on the amount of melanin in my skin, than the character I portray and the person that I am. That’s what it narrows down to, from many of my experiences anyways.
That’s not okay.
Yet, still – it is.
I don’t/can’t control what people lay eyes on and choose to believe in the media, or the attitudes they practice and observe. That’s okay. I can’t change people’s opinions, nor can I be liked by all. That’s also okay.
It’s deeply upsetting to witness racism, even more so, when experiencing it. But it’s also important to accept these alternative opinions people will have of me.
Sometimes it’s easier to accept the ignorance of others than to fight against it. And I know they’re ignorant, because who else is stupid enough to judge and discriminate against the colour of someone’s skin. I’ll tell you who – a bigot. a racist. an ignorant, uneducated fool.
When I was younger, I grew to become slightly apprehensive, maybe even somewhat embarrassed (not the words I want to use specifically, but currently failing to find the right words.) – that my skin was slightly darker than the majority and I only ever felt this way in certain situations. Not extensively, let me add. It was a passing thought. I think I’d become more aware of our differences. Also, my local area was and still remains to be diverse and multicultural.
My point is, I become uncomfortable.
But now, at the ripe age of 19, I refuse to ever let anyone make me feel less worthy, less important or less whole. If I am where I am today, it’s because I’ve developed a type of resilience and toughness. Where before I would shy away and close myself off when confronted by a bigot, I now stand tall and speak up.
I’m a brown girl and I’m comfortable with. If you’re not, that’s your issue – not mine.