One of my super powers is learning. I love learning new things that others may deem trivial. In my skole, I watch documentaries or read books;a vitophilia that brings me great pleasure. For a long time I would hide this pleasure to be like others so I could be accepted. I thought that if I fit in for a while others would loosen up and allow me to finally be myself, but the more I made alterations to myself, the more others seemed to find fault in me.
In retrospect, I chose to neglect my zeal of learning because I didn’t want to be viewed as a phony who was trying to be a “white girl”. I wanted to stay true to my race and be “hood”, because that was what being black was all about. I risked and forfeited many great opportunities because I was trying to “keep it real” with everyone but myself.
It took me a while to realize that the things that make me weird distinguishes me from others, and that’s not a bad thing at all. There is nothing wrong with intelligence because intelligence does not discriminate between race or religion; intelligence is available to those that are in constant pursuit of knowledge. In fact, our greatest leaders sought after intelligence with a color blindness that allowed them to speak and reach groups of people who were once biased and calloused towards minorities.
I am no longer afraid to admit that I enjoy reading, writing, museums, and most importantly thinking. I enjoy being optimistic and accentuating the positive. I watch Jeopardy every night and guess what, both of my parents are B-L-A-C-K! I am grateful for all of the things that make me who I am. I may not live up to the standards of the hood and that is just fine, truth be told, I think that the standards of the hood should be raised a couple of notches any way.
Our race does not determine our intelligence, our willingness to learn does.
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