Personal Narrative: Dark Skin

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My life has been nothing short of amazing. Do not let the hardships and heartbreaks deceive you, I have had a great life. I was never without love, an outstretched hand or a warm bed, therefore, I have had it better than ⅔ of the 7 billion people in the world, and for that I am forever grateful. When I was 6 someone asked me why I didn't look like my parents, why they had fair skin and I had dark skin. Even from a young age my friends would ask me, where I was from, where my real parents were and why they left me, why I was so different than everyone else around me. I had two parents just like everyone else, they seemed pretty real to me, so I didn't see the problem. But, the questions lingered and I realized that every other kid in my class looked like their mom, or their dad and they had a brother or a sister that looked like them too. …show more content…

Being African-American in a predominantly white community, was not exactly the ideal situation for a 6 year old girl. I would hear things like, “ Why does everyone have white skin and Kyra has dark skin, is it because she's bad?”, or my teachers would say, “ It's okay to be different, look at Kyra, she's different!”. If it was so okay to be different, why was I treated worse or looked down upon because of the thing that made me different? It was not long before I realized that I was different because I was not biologically connected to both of my parents. Saying someone is adopted was always the punch-line of a joke, a way to tell someone they are lesser than another, because their real parents didn't want them. So I made up every excuse in the book to hide the fact that I was both African American and

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