Common Experiences From Growing Up Black

Common Experiences From Growing Up Black

I'm not one of your little friends.

As an African American, growing up is much different than growing up Asian, white or Hispanic. You are always expected to do what your mom or dad (if you have one) tells you to do and not talk back. Sunday morning, you’re expected to wake up at seven for church, and you know you'e in trouble when your parents call you by your full name. If you can relate, keep reading!

In the early 2000's, you had to choose between Beyonce, Ciara and Aaliyah.

Kirk Franklin was treated like the Tupac of Gospel Music.

You did what your mom ordered once she said, “where’s my belt?"

When you told your mom: “Keisha’s mom let her...” and she said, “Do I look like Keisha’s mom?”

You were shocked when your white friends called their parents by their first name.

When you forgot to take the chicken out of the fridge to let it thaw out like your mom told you.

Singing a song and your mom tells you, “you better know your school work like you know them damn lyrics.”

When you asked your mom, “Can we get McDonald's?” and she’s like, “You got McDonald's money.”

During the summertime you’re told to stop going in and out the house and don’t leave the fridge open too long.

Girls are told: you better not get pregnant.

Guys are told about how to deal with the police.

When you go the grocery store with your mom and she tells to put back whatever you picked up.

Your childhood was spent watching shows like these.

You had to spend summer barbecues hearing Marvin Gaye, Prince, or Babyface when you really wanted to bump Kanye West or Lil' Wayne

You always went to the theaters to see the new Madea movie

Soul food was delicious.

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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