This is the unraveling of a twenty-something year old woman. I broke. I cried. I laughed. I hurt myself and others. I grew a backbone. I did many things and had many things happen to me. This story; well, it's the healing of it all. Enjoy.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
interracial relationships
one of my good friends asked me if i would be mad if he dated a white woman. he's black. not only is he black, he's handsome, intelligent, athletic and ambitious. now before you go asking me why he's just my friend, that's just the way the cookie crumbled so let's not play matchmaker. i gave him a quick answer because it was over text but yes i would be mad. not mad at him per se. but more so mad that i know so many great women that are looking for a man like him and the probability of finding one just went down. though i believe love is love and he should never have to justify his relationship to me or anyone else, i would feel the sting of it. i would still feel like she wouldn't understand him in ways that a black woman could but at the end of the day, i could never know what she means to him, what she does for him and what he loves about her. that's between the two of them and it's sacred. because i love him, the ultimate goal is for him to be happy, not colorblind. as long as he dates her because he wants to and not because he thinks she'll be better than a black woman, i'm fine. and i say that because, as a black woman, i forfeited the right to feeling inferior a long time ago.
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