EXCERPT // IMAGERY
Occupation: Cycling/ Fitness Instructor
Hobby: Cooking, fitness, writing, and self-growth
Around the age of 8, I began experiencing internal prejudice. I remember waking one morning to find my parents upset that our garage was defaced, with the words "honkey" spray painted on the door. It was like it just began to flood in after that. My brothers were jumped at school, my friends in our neighborhood became enemies, and our house became a target for destruction because of the tone of our skin. I remember being the target for bullying right before we moved to Texas when I was in the 7 th grade. This girl, who was eventually joined by a group of girls, would bother me every single day. Stealing my books, my basketball uniform, my coat, kicking my chair during class, calling me "bitch".
I was like "Yo, what the hell, man?" It was all because I was light-skinned with long hair and supposedly thought I was all that. It got so bad that I quit going to class. I would only go to the classes she wasn't in until we moved (6 months later). I never told my family what was happening, although I knew it was wrong and I should have.