![]() ![]() I was studious in school, starting ahead of schedule and skipping seventh grade altogether. Seated beside her, I smiled to protect myself, all the while processing her belief that my story both started and ended at the edge of my skin. We had been friends for almost four years. The bus arrived, we proceeded down the aisle, and let our legs hug the faded green seat. “Every college will accept you because you’re Black.” She was composed as she spoke, mechanical and perfected, as if she’d practiced these sentences in front of a mirror. “Your success will always be married to your race.” The line rolled off the tongue of a white classmate as I, age 15, stood waiting for the bus.
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