I started to question why I couldn't look like them. Why couldn't I have beautiful fair skin like the others. Why me God? I became more self-conscious. I constantly felt like people were judging me for how I looked. I was always comparing myself to others, and noting how much prettier they were in contrast to me.
There were times when I wished I was white. I wanted to have bright blue eyes, porcelain skin, straight and long blonde hair. I had to face the music. I was nothing like them. And I never would be. If I couldn't be like them I could atleast try right?
Over time I started to act like them. I had an accent when I spoke. So I was quite cautious of what I said. There were times when I would slip up and say things incorrectly. I would just get laughed at. People would try to correct me. I just felt stupid. It took me sometime to master the language that we call English, and pronounce words like them, but I did it.
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Short StoryHere Amanda will tell you her stories of her life, on how she copes with being a black girl in an area with predominantly white people. She talks about how she deals with racism and much more. In this book you get an insight of that one black girl...
