Black people probs

For more reasons than one, I never wanted to be that girl, that girl who’s out of control; looking for love in all the wrong places, simply because she was lacking a father figure, or that girl who’s fatherless because she was black. Sadly I am that girl. I’m the Black girl with no father, lacking a relationship with my father simply because I am black, and he is a black male. Could there be no other reason? If I see a family of two different races, and had to guess which one was missing the dad, depending on what my choices are, I’d choose the black child. Simply because she’s black. I’m against this stereotype 100%, but if that’s true then why do I play into it? My answer is simple, because I am that girl.

 I’m the girl that had a single mother playing the role of her father. My mother taught me to be a women, and tough as nails at the same time. I’ve always wondered what about a black man makes him not care for his child. I even wondered what about a white man makes him stick around, and love his child. There are of course many black males who accompany their child throughout their lives, and some white males who are obsolete in their child’s lives.

Imagine if I was white, a fatherless while girl; he must have been sick and passed on, or maybe some war hero who died fighting for our country, either way I’m not judged, nor is it obvious, you’re somewhat unconsciously surprised. Now, I’m black again, I went and tanned for a year or two. I’m fatherless, and you’re not surprised, it has to be some tragic story, or some baby daddy drama. It’s absolutely impossible, in some people eyes, that my dad was a war hero. I’m that girl, the girl who’s been consumed by this generic stereotype. I’m a girl, black girl who doesn’t talk about her father, afraid of being grouped with the other fatherless black kids.

We live in a world where people depend of stereotypes. Stereotypes can be an aid, or just offensive. If there was a role playing game, and we had to play a person in our class, chances are you would act like them based on their race, or appearance, not what you know about them. This is because that’s what society teaches us. If you’re black your LOUD and ghetto. If you’re White you can be, trashy, or smart, proper and rich. Mexican, you’re just illegal and can’t speak proper English. Asian, you’re great at math. These are just off the top of my head, and most of them are disrespectful and not always the case.

This is why I don’t talk about my dad. I want to be known as Che’. I don’t want to be a part of a statistic, or a stereotype, when people think of me. I don’t want it to be obvious I don’t have a dad. Why would it be, because I’m black?