Black Girls Research Paper

"Would you date her?" She poked. A mischievous smile plastered on her small face.

At a young age some of us are introduced to the innocence of a crush. The fluttering sensation of butterflies in the pit of ones stomach. The awareness of the sheer joy that being near said 'person of interest'. In addition to this experience, some can also relate in their fair share of embarrassing encounters with their crushes. In particular my mind drifts to a memory that sticks out like a sore thumb, one found in my years in middle school. My crush was very obvious, even I was slightly aware of such. I was beginning to predict that he in particular also knew I had my eyes on him. Although I had ensured rejection as the baseline for where my expectation
The "sorry I'm not attracted to black girls", something I have naturally become not surprised to. Somewould label is as 'racial preference', I have grown to learn that that is nothing but a concept people use to hide their internalized racism. I wonder, what do you mean by 'black girls'? From what I know black women come in an array of shapes and sizes, a spectrum of tones and personalities. All these types of women, yet as a whole, a spectrum, you dismiss due to generalization. Realizing how ridiculous this was did not occur to me until I was older. As a child so weak hearted and impressionable, such a comment got imbedded into my brain like a mantra. I expected the worst out of people and understood it as a message. This message being that black girls don't deserve love and that my shade of melanin was a burden I was going to have to live with forever. The second extreme is the fetishization of my race. Now, this comes in varied forms. Sometimes my presence is diluted into a being someone's "chocolate". Other times I'm expected to reach the bar of typic stereotypes that make my sex life, from teen and beyond, a hot topic or prize. I wonder when people will treat the black woman like more than a fetish or