An identity is something you either have or lack. There is no in-between. Either you identify yourself as what you are or you are somehow lost among two or more identities. For me African American and female are my identity. I am both but when it comes to the reality of belonging to one race or another I have this pure sense of race where I say I’m Black/African not something else. I feel proud of my roots and the person God created me to be with my skin color, hair color and eye color. I feel like I am a work of art not less than anyone else whose dominant White identity might make them assume I want to be like them or like someone I’m not. The day I saw myself as beautiful inside and out was the day I rejected the notion that white skin is somehow God’s skin. I knew that was a big lie. I love my black skin.
I am a Black Guyanese woman in my late 30s. I went back to college to take Early Childhood Education classes. I want to get a second 48-credit BA degree in Early Childhood Education by 2021. I go to NJCU. I have a BA in Creative Writing from NJCU. I graduated from NJCU in August 2015. I transferred to NJCU from Mercer. I have my AA degree from Mercer in Humanities and Social Sciences since May 2007. I write poems, I write memoirs, I'm a blogger and I am taking a children's writer course. I love reading memoirs and I do book reviews from time to time. My favorite poet is Emily Dickinson. I grew up in Ewing, New Jersey. I live in Princeton Junction with my parents! View all posts by TheAyeshaSite