until as a black woman I can walk around without being stereotyped, judged, labelled as “angry” “hostile” “aggressive” “ratchet” “ghetto” “dirty” and many other adjectives assumed before getting to know me, I won’t be happy.
until as a black woman I can watch tv, go to movies, look at billboards, ads or whatever else and see just as many black girls as white girls or lighter skin, I won’t be happy.
until I can walk out of my house and know that the way I look isn’t the standard of “ugly” in many people’s eyes and that people will see people with my skin color and features off the bat as just as pretty as lighter girls/white girls and not just “pretty for a black girl”, I won’t be happy.
until I don’t have to be twice as good as a white person to get the same job or opportunities, I won’t be happy.
until I stop hearing, “you wanna be white”, “you’re not like other black girls”, “you’re not a real black person”, “you’re an oreo”, because I don’t fit into your stereotype of what a black person is, I won’t be happy.
until people of other races stop invalidating that racism is still alive and well and saying things like “everything isn’t a race issue”, “you’re making something out of nothing”, I won’t be happy.
until my people stop getting killed every day just for being black and minding our business trying to live, I won’t be happy.
until girls of my skintone stop getting slandered by men of our own race every day and constantly disrespected and insulted with things like “roach” “ugly dark girls”, I won’t be happy.
until being darkskinned is looked at as just as desirable and beautiful in society, I won’t be happy.
I’m sick of people (especially non black people) telling me I should be happy and that I’m making a big deal of certain issues, because as a black woman in this world, we’re placed at the bottom of the totem pole in this world, we have the entire world against us, we have every right in the world not to be “happy”.