I think…
I need to make more Black friends.
I’m tired of having to “explain” who I am. No one else seems to have to deal with this.
It’s frustrating.
I’ve been saying this myself for awhile but it’s tough - I really don’t relate to 99% of black people I’ve met. I’m not black enough for them apparently…and they can sense that something’s a littel off about me.
Long story short I’ve spent my whole life feeling othered. I was adopted, by my white parents, when I was a baby. An only child, and the literal black sheep of my family, I was raised amongst privileged white women and people who didn’t really have any black friends.
I have a very few black friends that I haven’t met through work.
Source: britticisms
