This will probably sound strange, and I'm sure some people will have a hard time understanding me, but this week I've felt more black than ever. In fact, I felt black and blue—bruised by the injustices of the world.
When I own my position as an "African American," I feel empowered, joyful and dignified. But this blackness I feel—this blackness that I am—puts me in fighting mode, and no one is truly happy in battle.
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