I was ashamed of being Black

I was ashamed of being Black

I hated black history month as a child. In February as I sat in my brightly colored classroom in an elementary school that was filled with pictures of historical black figures it was not a joyous occasion for me. When my teachers began talking about Harriet Tubman, Martin Luther King Jr, Rosa Parks and other black historical legends I was ashamed and embarrassed. I desperately wanted to sink my brown self down in my chair till I can no longer be seen I wanted to run out of the classroom, and even scream to the top of my lightly pink colored lungs for my teachers to stop talking about black history. With myself being one of the very few black children in my class it was uncomfortable. I could recall children’s eyes nervously taking glances at me throughout the lessons considering I was the minority. Continue reading “I was ashamed of being Black”