I remember going into the early hours of my 18th birthday thinking, ’18 years’. It took me 18 years to fall in love with me.
So when he joked ‘ you’re black‘, insult or not, I threw it back in his face.
Yes I’m black
I’m as black as the night giving way to the morning sun.
I’m so black that when it does hits my skin, I shine.
It illuminates my flaws, brings to Continue reading