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I

    am

a person

of color.

Are you listening?

As a 

person of color,

like any other 

person of color, 

I have known 

microaggressions 

in 

my

life. 

But before, it wasn’t personal

always strangers 

or people I did not know well.

This time

different.

unintentional, yet still

a microaggression 

from a 

person I knew.

A

person

I considered

a friend,

a peer, 

on a campus 

where I felt 

welcome

       and safe.

A respectful conversation with these 

women, 

one’s choice word,

my actions, 

described as 

Yelling

“Please do not repeat that.

I never once raised my voice.”

I knew the risks,

I did not want to be 

Stereotyped

as the 

Angry Black Lady.

Angry

Black

Lady

Are you listening?

I’d gone over, 

expressed pleasantries, 

had a direct conversation, 

and never once 

raised 

my 

voice. 

But one 

girl 

saying I yelled-

and that she

“felt 

aggression”

grew into 

   others 

     afraid 

        that 

they might be 

   next.

She wrote,

“typing from emotions, 

don’t remember you yelling  

said that on a whim”

Too

Late 

Now

Words. 

Words that meant no 

harm

harmed me.

Because four others have now heard about the angry black lady and 

one 

is afraid 

     of being 

attacked 

           next.

I’m hurt 

because I shouldn’t have to think 

about being stereotyped 

because of the 

color of my skin 

but I did.

And I was.

I’m hurt 

because one of my peers 

said it

and  

  it hurt 

      Like a knife in my back. 

I thought I had respect amongst my peers.

And now 

I have been painted 

painted

as the 

angry black lady. 

Angry

Black 

Lady

Angry Black Lady

Are you listening?

Now, 

mature 

direct

conversation 

expression

What was supposed to be

clearing the air

became 

yelling 

which turned into 

bombarding, 

slamming, 

attacking,

aggression

I felt like a monster.

If I wasn’t a 

person of color 

would yelling 

be more than 

yelling? 

Would my actions still have been categorized as such? 

So

My question is: 

What if I had been

angry? 

Am I not entitled to be justifiably angry about the mistreatment of

myself,

my friends, 

and now the microaggression you have 

placed upon me?

Women 

get to be angry 

and our 

anger 

Deserves respect

It deserves attention

It deserves to be heard 

To be

acknowledged. 

I’M TIRED OF 

NOT BEING HEARD 

BECAUSE PEOPLE 

AREN’T LISTENING!

In her book The Seven Necessary Sins for Women and Girls by Mona Eltahawy, she states,

“What if we believed that, just as reading and writing help a girl to understand the world around her and to express herself within it, expressing her anger was also a necessary tool for a girl making her way through life…what kind of woman would such a girl grow to be? “

I agree 

Mona Eltahawy

So

I repeat, 

I should be 

allowed to be angry

and you should be too. 

If you walk around 

knowing 

and seeing the 

injustices 

that 

people of color 

experience 

because of

people 

who lack knowledge

are selectively ignorant– 

If you wouldn’t put on the shoes 

and walk a week 

in the life of a 

black 

     indigenous 

person of color, 

a woman 

of color, 

you 

are

 privileged. 

Patriarchy,  

STILL

Ingrained

so deep that 

women, 

people of color, 

people 

who identify as 

LGBTQ+… 

All 

working 

ten

times

harder 

to be heard, 

be seen, 

be treated as equals.

I’ve said it once 

I will say it 

again

if you are not angry 

then what the fuck is wrong with you?

I

 Can’t

   Change.

For the first time

I realize 

I can’t change 

the world. 

It doesn’t matter 

how respectful, 

kind, 

    or approachable 

I am. 

It doesn’t matter 

how selfless 

and supportive 

I can be. 

It doesn’t matter 

what I do, 

or say, 

or how I dress. 

It doesn’t matter.

At the end of the day, 

I am and always will be 

a black woman,

a

  black

     woman 

stereotyped

because 

of her 

skin.

being

a black woman

is fun

until it’s not.

Until it’s 

rude, 

ratchet, 

and angry.

In this world, 

women are not allowed 

to be angry, 

most certainly not 

women of color. 

Realization.

22 years 

it took me

twenty

two

years

realization.

people 

will always have some preconceived notion of 

me 

because of the 

color of my 

skin. 

It doesn’t matter 

if I am respected. 

It doesn’t matter 

if I am successful. 

it

doesn’t

matter

This world 

does not 

want 

me 

to take up space. 

This world

was not made 

for me.

So, 

I will make it for me. 

I will

continue 

to take up space.

 I will

continue 

to be vocal 

be angry 

about mistreatment 

and injustices, 

and while I know

it might not change 

a thing, 

will 

continue 

 to

 try.

A little background about who I am: I am an Augustana College graduate and currently pursuing my masters at the Missouri School of Journalism. My passions include writing, baking, and scrapbooking! If I'm not selling insurance or in class, you can find me in a hammock with reading, writing or meditating. About my goals: I believe that everyone has a voice and I would like to do what I can to help amplify those positive messages. One day, I hope to host my own TV show like Ellen or Oprah! As always, Stay Tuned & Happy Reading!