"You speak so well"
"Wow, You aren't like most black girls"
"*gasp* You aren't ghetto'

All of my life I was praised for standing out and being different. I am pretty different. However, I am not different from most black girls. I have nappy hair, dark skin.and charcoal eyes. My lips are full and my hips are round . I am educated. I have goals dreams and aspirations. I am beautiful and my voice deserves to be heard as much as anyone else's. When I am singled out from the rest of my sisterhood, it does not add to me, it takes away. It takes away from me and my sisterhood. By saying that I am different from them it doesn't make me any better. It doesn't make me any better because I AM THEM. Quite honestly, the proof is in the fact that when I opened my mouth you were shocked.You didn't give me a chance. You had already written me off. My voice , my brain, my intellect, that was my second chance; my revival. My resurrection if you will. Why am I being resurrected? Is it because my death was unjust? If I had not opened my mouth , you would have not thought that I were different. It's because I am not. Do not single me out of a group that you know nothing about. Black girls: A beautiful and diverse group of people that are just like me. Worthy.