Pieces of Me

I grew up feeling like I did not belong in the town I was in. So naturally, I decided to find a place where I would. This led me to … the hood. There were black and brown people around me. Less judgement. Less pressure. I was testing the waters …

To keep it really real – I spent many years heartless. I had internalized the hurt from not feeling good enough, seeing myself as ugly and internally isolated. This led me to become a person who was genuinely mean… and I didn’t feel bad about it at all. Honestly, I …

Comparing yourself to anybody else is like comparing apples and oranges. It can be done… but essentially you are talking about two completely different things. They’re both perfectly flawed in their own ways. I spent so much time comparing myself to the people around me… people who were absolutely nothing …

I always struggled with accepting and appreciating my culture. Being Black was one thing… but being openly African/ Caribbean? I knew I would get ostracized even further. I remember once in middle school, a few of my classmates asked me “what I was”. I lied and said I was French… …