It’s not ok to confuse me with another black girl. It’s just not.
It’s especially not ok to confuse me with a black girl four shades darker or a girl four inches shorter.
You know what. It’s not ok even if the girl has a passing resemblance to me.
I don’t care if you are really embarrassed.
I don’t care if you feel bad.
It’s especially not ok if I had a long conversation with you, over an hour. You had enough time to look at my face and see what features I have that differentiate me from other black girls.
It’s not ok to confuse me with other black girls in our high school alumnae magazine. This is really not ok especially because all you had to do was fact check. Grab a person – heck, grab a black person that went to high school with us -- and check.
There are a lot white women with dark hair in their 30s. I don’t confuse them.
There are a lot of white men with blonde hair in their 20s. I don’t confuse them.
A brief story that’s not ok but is funny. One guy came up to me and hugged me tight. I pulled away knowing he had me confused with another black girl. He paused and realized his mistake. He said, “You’re not the girl I hung out with last night.”
“Nope.”
“Oh, we had a really amazing conversation.”
I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to say and he still had his hand on my waist. Was he hitting on me? It was just too strange so I say, “I’m gonna go now.”
My Dad used to confuse young, white men all the time. While watching The Thin Red Line, he couldn’t tell the difference between Jim Caviezel and Ben Chaplin. It made the movie really confusing for him. I couldn’t understand what was so confusing. Jim Caviezel has beautiful blue eyes and Ben Chaplin has brown puppy dog eyes. Dad said he didn’t look at people’s eye color and he’s not into men so they all looked the same to him.
So maybe it’s not a race thing.
I think it is though. I think that some people live in a world where they are entirely surrounded by people who look like them. I don't live in this world. I can't live in this world.
Get it together. Open your eyes.
I am no longer going to let you off the hook.
I don’t care if I make you feel bad.
You should feel bad.
It's just not ok.
(Note: This post has a photo of Jill Scott because every black girl I know who is not a waif has been told she looks like her. Even those who really don't.)
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