Black guys have more easily understood my gripes about my hair or institutional injustice.
That all came to a screeching halt when he, fully aware of my crush on him, teased me in front of my friends at my 13th birthday party.
But sometimes, like when I encounter a well-dressed family man with a mutual love for certain breakfast cereals, I wonder if I am failing my people.
After all, 50 years ago in many states it was still illegal for us to marry anyone who was not also black. Although race relations are still far from perfect, I acknowledge the steps toward inclusion that we’ve made.
I walked down the cereal aisle in the grocery store, determined to finish my shopping list.
As I skimmed my eyes across the rows of boxes, I landed on what I was looking for: a jumbo box of Rice Krispies.“Good choice,” a deep, bellowing voice confirmed.