Picture of this beautiful girl taken by this awesome photographer both found on Instagram.
No, my great grandfathers and my great grandmothers weren’t born and raised slaves,
I’m not related to some black boys living in the hood,
I never wore thousands of different shades of wigs,
I am black but I don’t speak an “African language”. “African” is not even a language. I just don’t speak the dialect of the birth country of my mother and the dialect of the birth country of my father,
I am black but I’m not Afro American,
I am black but I ain’t curvy,
I am black but rap and rn’b are not my favourite kind of music,
I am black but I’m not agree with the fact of black people calling each other’s “my nigga” Because I just don’t like the word,
I am black and it’s okay to call me black, because that is who I am.
I am black but I’m not exotic, stop making metaphors with animals such as “gazelle”, it won’t work if you want to flirt with me though,
I am black and I do have some family members in the birth countries of my parents and they are not starving, they’re not dying of hunger, thirst or of some decease.
And Africa is such a resourceful continent, not full of black people, but full of shades of black, as in Europe, America and Asia.
I am black but my mom isn’t a fat mama with a loud voice,
I am black but my dad isn’t a loud and violent man,
I am black but I’m not loud, angry or aggressive,
I am black and it’s not because I am that I am supposed to be the funny one, even if I can be really funny,
I am black but that doesn’t mean that I am a crazy believer in God,
I am black, but I never lived in a ghetto and I’m not ratchet,
I am black, but I don’t play basketball and I don’t twerk all day, in fact, not at all,
I am black, but no police men ever followed or arrested me,
I am black, but I won’t shout #BlackLivesMatter because it mainly concerns Afro American people. But if I do so I won’t do it because I’m black but because I believe in this movement,
I am black and I do have “real” hair, that I like to wear natural and not to hide behind a straight weave or a wig just to feel like all my white friends or to please anyone, to be professional, to fit in,
I am black but I never saw a gun in front of my face, my mother is not a single mother or a baby mama and my father is not a lazy black dude,
I am black but I’m not on drugs and I’m not a failure at school, in fact, I’m doing very well,
I am black and I know how to swim,
I am black, but I have no black squad or gang because I happened to be raised and to go in a school in an mostly white environment, but that doesn’t mean that I’m white washed or that I feel superior to other black people who don’t have any white friend. No. I just happened to be raise in Europe.
I am black and Afro American people who call themselves “black” ask me “what are you saying? Are you living in a dream?”
No I’m not.
I’m not and you have to understand that I am black and I am European and you may be black and American and the only things that link us is the colour of our skin and shared experiences, but we’re still not the same.
There are a lot of blacks out there, who may share stories, experiences, struggles, but it doesn’t necessarily means that we are the same and that every black person endured this or that experience.
I hear about racism, xenophobia every day and it does exist. But hey, don’t make it an even bigger issue,
Blacks as whites, you all make assumptions,
I remember my first day of school in Luxembourg, 4 years ago,
I asked the bus driver the station of my school, and he asked me “where is your school?”
I responded and the four black girls who were sitting close looked at me with disgust:
“Hmm, you’re going to that school?
“Haha, with all the white people there!” Said another girl.
I was shocked and I hated Luxembourg and I thought “okey, black people here don’t like me because I speak French and because I don’t go to “their” schools and they think that I speak “white”? What does that mean?
I have a lot of friends, more whites than blacks but I didn’t chose I swear, it just happened and that’s cool. And I promess, I’m not racist and I’m cool with black folks too.
It’s interesting how people are quick to judge. I mean, yes I am surrounded by a lot of white girls and boys who are German, Luxembourgish, French, Italian and obviously Portuguese, they are everywhere! Look! So many nationalities, so many different cultural background and so many bilingual and even trilingual people. I love diversity and I swear, I can be friends with every shade of black and every shade in the world.
I guess I am lucky, because I am not an Afro American young girl trapped in a black movie, which should be in fact called an “Afro American movie”.
I am black but my great grandfathers and great grandmothers never were part of the #BlackPanthers’s movement.
Afro Americans seem to be the only shade of black in the centre of the “black «community all over the world. They call themselves black, everything is for a “black” cause, a “black” purpose, a “black issue” but we’re not all the same.
I am tired.
You may have assumptions about me because of my personality, my habits, but why on the colour of my skin?
I am a black girl, and I’d like to state and to make you all understand that it’s not because I am black that I am thinking, living the life and the exact same struggles of an Afro American girl.
I am black and of course I share some specific experiences with other black girls, and with other girls in general,
I am black and I’m not living a dream.
I am black and I’m lucky to live in such a diverse country full of different cultures, languages and open minds.
Can we just stop making it a big deal? I am an Afro European girl, living in Luxembourg, and that’s it, I guess.
I am one of the fifty shades of Black.