Personal Narrative Essay - Black on Black Prejudice Personal Narrative Essays

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Black on Black Prejudice I like skin, especially my skin. From the palest ivory to the darkest ebony, all skin is beautiful to me. My skin is a sweet confection of caramel and toasted almonds blended perfectly to create my complexion. So is my mom's skin tone and Dee's. Ashaunta has a dark chocolate tone to her skin, which Dee doesn't like too much, but I think it is beautiful. I often wonder why people hate or tease because of something as trivial as the color of skin. One time four boy ages eight to ten were playing Monopoly in front of my house. Two were honey colored with a hint of brown sugar. Their skin tone is what most black people would call "pretty." The other two were darker, with one a little lighter than the other. A situation arose, causing one of the darker-skinned boys to feel the lighter-skinned boy wasn't playing fairly. He confronted the light-skinned boy in a calm manner. The boy snapped back, "Don't tell me how to play! I know what I'm doing, so shut up, you burnt biscuit!" This didn't shock me because I've heard lighter-skinned black people ridicule darker-skinned black people. This wasn't just a childish act between two boys, it has gone on for ages. My mom once told me that when she was in college, there was a brown paper bag taped to the door at parties. You had to put your hand next to the bag, and if you were darker than the bag, you would not be admitted. How ignorant is that? I love all shades of skin, especially black skin. Black skin has so many tones, how could one hate it, especially if it were your own? When black people talk about other black people because of the color of their skin, they are just as prejudiced as a white person who is prejudiced ... or possibly more.

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