that life was meant to be fair.
that I needed long, "good" hair and light skin to be pretty (I just cut my hair and love my brown skin.
that love was ALWAYS enough.
that love would never come again.
that I could only affect change my being a doctor (headed to law school).
that no one would ever understand me.
that I was somehow less black for being upper middle class, growing up in a 2 parent home, and conjugating my verbs.
that I needed to apologize for how I grew up.
that I could somehow lose my blackness.
that it was possible to "Talk white" and that I should try not to do it.
that education was to be scoffed at.
that loving me made me conceited.
that something was wrong with being convinced
that love meant never having to say I'm sorry.
that love was easy.
that family wasn't important.
that I needed a LOT of friends.
that it was okay to allow fear to motivate my actions.
I used to think.......
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