Written by: Admin_SheEvo

When I was in first grade, I was the only black girl in my class.

When I think about elementary school, I remember that I felt different. I was the only girl who was black and the only person who had skin like mine. And because of that, I was picked on by bullies.

It started with comments and looks, as if my very existence was something to question. I didn’t know why my friends treated me differently and made fun of my hair and skin colour. It hurt, and it made me wonder if I was worth anything.

Their words hurt like tiny arrows, cutting through my faith and leaving scars. They would make fun of me, call me names, and say nasty things about my appearance. Their lack of knowledge and understanding only made them more cruel.

I felt alone and alone at times. It seemed like no one could understand the pain I was in. I wanted to be accepted and feel like I belonged, but it seemed out of reach.

But in the middle of the darkness, I found a strength inside of me. I learned that their lack of knowledge did not make me who I was. I wouldn’t let what they said break my heart. I found comfort in the love and support of my family, who told me every day how valuable I was and pushed me to be myself.

I made friends with people I didn’t expect to, like peers who looked past the colour of my skin and accepted me for who I really was. Their friendship became a shield that kept me safe from all the bad things that were going on around me. Together, we made a friendship based on acceptance, respect, and kindness.

As I got older, I realized that their bullying came from their own feelings of insecurity and fear. They couldn’t see much beyond what they knew and what they had been told. But I didn’t let their stupidity make me who I was.

When I think back on my life now, I’m thankful for the things I’ve learned. I’ve grown into a strong, self-assured woman who is proud of her roots and sees the beauty in differences. I’ve learned to stand tall and know that my worth isn’t based on the colour of my skin or what other people think of me.

As the only black girl in elementary school, it wasn’t easy for me, but it made me who I am today. It taught me to care about other people, to be strong, and to love myself. It made me want to fight for inclusion and equality so that no other child has to go through what I did.

I want all black girls and boys to know that they are not alone if they have felt different or faced similar problems. You are strong, beautiful, and deserving of respect and love. Accept who you are and know that your opinion is important.

Slowly but surely, the world is changing, and I hope that in the future, variety will be praised and violence will be a thing of the past. Until then, let’s stand together, helping and pulling each other up and clearing the way for a better, more inclusive tomorrow.

1 Comment

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    July 20, 2023

    I am so sorry that you had to go through such experience. I appreciate your positive and encouraging conclusion. <3



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