Wow. Surprised, yet unsurprised.
I can't believe you would put your desire to have a meal at a 'fancy' restaurant over my discomfort at (most likely) being the only Black person in a very white, classed area of town.
When you prioritized your joy over my concerns, I felt/feel overlooked, stepped on, and discarded. It makes me question if you take into account my reality as a visibly Black person. No one ever dismisses my skin tone as a tan or 'natural glow'. I don't live in the in-between world where I can be mistaken or claim to be 'so,etching else'. I am always highly visible.
When you prioritized your wants over my needs, it was insensitive. I feel small, and I wonder what else about me, about the experiences I've shared with you, that you have dismissed. Have you heard what I've been saying for the last two years?
I feel tired of having to explain these things to you. I feel tired because you proclaim to know better. You are thoughtful, and kind, and critical... and overlooked (?) this very real reality. My reality. You showed your ass, as well as your ligh-skinned privilege. I'm hurt and disappointed by your actions.
How are you going to make this right?
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.