I was at college this past Wednesday in one of my Early Childhood Education classes and one of the young ladies (she is Asian) said “Ayesha is Black and she accepts herself and everything!”. She also said I was quiet and I seemed like a nice person. It’s funny because I am doing my paper on a book called Kwanzaa and Me by Vivian Paley. I feel like she was really surprised that I accept myself and I’m a Black woman. I think she was expecting me to be like other Black women she knows who may be self hating because a lot of Black women and Black men are self hating or self loathing. Not me though, not Ayesha! That’s not true about me. I sometimes feel like I’m an exception to that “rule” but that makes me feel good in a lot of ways. Despite everything I have been through I can say I like myself and want to be who I am not somebody I’m not.