Narrative Essay On Being Black

I am black. No, “black” is not just a color. Nor is it an offensive word that people use to replace the politically correct term, African-American. But black is my culture. Black is my way of life. Since I live in a society that has the lowest expectations for me because of my ethnicity, I will not contribute to the stereotypes that are set for me as a black person; I want to help change them. I want other ethnicities to embrace my race with love and respect. I want other races to feel comfortable learning about the cultures of my race. After all, Maya Angelou once said “Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.”
I believe that if I begin with myself, I have the power to affect most of the people that I meet because one day there will come a time in everyone’s life when they
When I look around I see so many underachieving blacks flunking out of school, having children at a young age, getting into fights, and even dressing and talking poorly. I think that it is wonderful and amazing that so many of the members of our black youth are stepping up to proving stereotypes wrong. Even though we let a couple bad seeds give our race a bad name, the black comunnity is striving for excellence to help the condition of our race, and what we stand for to the rest of the country.
The truth is that every day I strive to be an example of good humanity. I have to remind myself that the world is seldomly cold and mean and that many situations are not as bad as they seem. I believe that there are many people in this world who see beyond color and stereotype to see the person as they actually are. That serves as my reminder to enter each situation as a unique experience and to make sure that I do not make assumptions about other people.
I believe that everyone has a unique story to tell, and if we are ready to listen without making assumptions, they just might share their