(racial) identity crisis
i’m definitely having one. i think i’m spazzing because i feel like everyone else is categorizing me as something but it’s weird because its like they’re so much surer of who i am that i am…i went to this mlk banquet thing in syracuse last night and it was amazing! the keynote made so many valid points. everyone did. but it was this big reality check for me - i had no idea there was a negro national anthem. there are just things i don’t know and never experienced that make me question the authenicity of my own blackness…i know that sounds weird but i feel almost fake coming in to it so late in the game. and i know i probably don’t need to be doing this and trying to understand this part of my history is something my parents aren’t going to understand. and doing this is probably fucking up my psyche more than its helping it but its important to me right now.
blah. anyway.
