My Life As A Young African American

1293 Words6 Pages
In today’s society African American individuals are being oppressed more and more each and every day. Young black lives are being taken left and right, Sandra Bland, Michael Brown, Cameron Tillman, and Trayvon Martin are just four of hundreds who have left us this year. These individuals were around the same age as myself with two feet that could have easily been mine, but thanks to a praying mother they were not. Living life as a young African American male I really did not feel out of place when I was younger. As far as I can think back I remember my life was full of riding bikes and throwing dirt with my friends, nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until I entered middle school that I realized the world was not one big happy place. Ever since I crossed the door way into Oscar Smith middle school to this very day here at Virginia Commonwealth University I realize that race, social class, and even things such as height will either privilege or dis-privilege my whole life. My name is Timothy Lenard. I am a nineteen year old sophomore that attends Virginia Commonwealth University. The ability to live the life I live is something I value very much. There are many privileges I have that not every young African American male has. One of the simplest privileges I would like to acknowledge that many people don’t give enough recognition to be being able-bodied. Many children are born each year with the inability to move certain limbs. “Muscular dystrophy (MD) is a genetic disorder that weakens the muscles that help the body move” (kid’s health).” This disorder is genetic and I have been privileged enough to be able to stand up and walk each and every day with no problem. This privilege has allowed me to do my favorite t... ... middle of paper ... ... beautiful girl. I can’t remember the exact details about her but I remember she is the first person I ever kissed. This has to be the one of my favorite moments in my life due to the fact she is the one who approached me and said I was cute. That has to be the first moment when I realized I had the privilege of being attractive. In the past couple of days I have come to the realization that everything I do in my current life is temporary and even though it could possibly effect my future I am still young and have time to change. The privilege of being young is something I have on my side and this privilege is only temporary and I would have to say this is the one I am most thankful for. According to when I get older people begin to judge you for things you wear and you become the punchlines to jokes. No one likes to be the butt of a joke.
Open Document