How I Fully Realized My Black Identity in 2020
<p>My first memory of feeling “other” in a group of black people was at Kim Hill’s 11th birthday party.</p>
<p>It was ’99 into the 2000s, and we were poppin’ our butts to “Back That Thang Up” by Juvenile. Well, I thought I was until I was unceremoniously called out by another black girl. “What is you doin???”</p>
<p>I was embarrassed, and it was a couple years before I had the confidence to dance again. Until that point, I hadn’t exactly realized I wasn’t “black-black.” I knew I sounded “like a white person,” but I called my mom “Momma,” loved black music, and had a bunch of cousins I wasn’t related to. Not to mention, I was black.</p>
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