I often get asked how it feels to be black. It’s as if, people think that I wake up in the morning saying to myself that I am black and that I spend my entire day thinking about nothing else but my blackness. Let me let you in on a secret:
When I look at the world, I don’t see my blackness, I see other white, black, an…
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