Im Too Black Maya Angelou Analysis

693 Words2 Pages

People say I’m too black; they say I'm different because of my coarse black hair, full lips, and curvaceous body. This stereotype above is what many people use to describe black people, but it is false and should not exist. To add to the stereotype many of my peers wound me by saying repugnant comments like “you ain’t neva gone be nothin” or “only thing you will be good at is lying on your back.” These factors contribute to the constant suffering I go through. Is this all I'm good for? Why can’t I be lifted up for once? I sit in my cramped, somber room wishing I was more, wishing that I could accomplish my goals without feeling incompetent, vacuous, or unwise. My attention was drawn to the smell of smothered chicken and mashed potatoes. For …show more content…

“The woman who survives intact and happy must be at once tender and tough. She must have convinced herself, or be in the unending process of convincing herself, that she, her values, and her choices are important.” said Mama. Thus it is vital that I not let people's stereotypical ways diminish or harm me, I must not allow them to get under my skin. Getting out of bed is wearying. I wake up comb my thick hair, brush my teeth, and get dressed. Numerous times I have thought about kids taunting me however, I began to recollect what mama said to me. She left the book on the kitchen table for me to read. I stood on the porch looking out past the yellow field, to the dirt road where the bus picks me up. My stomach cringes at the thought of going to school, but the rain soothed me, music was made and when the sun came out, a flawless ornamentation …show more content…

Anna, a white girl with blond hair with purple ribbons in it threw a piece of bread at me. Why would she do that? Why is that amusing to the other white kids? The bus ride became nerve-racking. Walking into the school was even more stressful. My attention was now drawn to the fondness of my first period. Ms. Jackson was aware of the tyrannizing caused by the egotistical children, she helps and supports me. “Ms. Jackson, why is Nema always so dirty?” said Anna. The feeling of disgust in myself came back. “Now how would ya feel if someone told you that?” said Ms. Jackson as she walked away from the board. The Bell rung and the children darted out the door. I sat by myself in the room, my heart beating as fast as the streaming rain. “Nema, what ya readin’?” asked Ms Jackson. “Wouldn’t Take Nothing For My Journey Now, by Maya Angelou” I said. She walked over toward my desk and stood there, I guess she wanted me to read it to

Open Document