Personal Narrative: I Want To Be Black

I was in the cafeteria with my friend Naya at our community college. Somehow, we got a conversation were Naya said something about how she wants her futcher children to feel about their race and skin town. Instantly, I was brought back to the time in my early childhood where I wished to be white. Before I could even get three words out I began to cry as two emotions, anger and sadness, dwelled deep within me, that I made shore was never risen to the surface, … emerged. I cried, I cried in PUBLIC, around people who I did not know, nor really cared to. But, no one saw me, no payed attention, it was as if it was just me an Naya.
What I said:
When I was younger, I didn’t want to be black, I wanted to be white. I don’t want my kids to EVER feel