Growing up Black in France, the UK, the US, a girl pays the racist price of society’s beauty standards. “You have to suffer.”

At night, I bargained with God. If He let me wake up white, I’d never lie again. If He let me wake up white, it’d be easier to be good. In the morning, I woke up to find my skin an obstinate brown. Dark as mud; dark as dirt.

↩︎ Guernica

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