I Am Not A Priestess For White Souls

We all have heard of the familiar trope of being the “token black” at some point in life it’s exhausting. To be the only source of melanin with bomb ass culture in a sea of whiteness is tiring. To often I have found myself trying to assimilate, trying to be the “good black” person white people reference when they say “ I have a black friend” so I’m not racist. I’ve found myself babysitting their feelings, and I’m positive all of the ropes I’ve climbed and hoops I jumped through has cost me some years on my life. Today, I code-switch from time to time depending on the outcome I want. It’s not as tiring but none the less still to much work. But I’m no longer babysitting feelings and walking on eggshells. Or at least I thought I wasn’t. <a href="https://medium.com/@jameciagray/i-am-not-a-priestess-for-white-souls-f6b9cc794b00">Click Here</a>