Being an African American

Being an African American

In my eyes being an African American has been great. I never wanted to be another race because mine has too much meaning behind it. My great ancestors fought for the color of my skin, die for it and praise it. Others may feel as if they are cursed to be born as an Africana American. They are just looking at the negative parts of it. Like not being able to get a job because of the color of our skin, not being able to go into certain places. I love being an African American, it come with respect and history.
African Americans have had it hard for years. Since I was not there to witness our struggle and glory I will praise my race. We have been beaten, killed, raped of our pride and we are still strong. Being an African American is never hard for me. They might label us as ignorant and stupid, but we are neither. Whatever we have, we have earned. We put our blood, sweat and tears into our work. Nothing has been given to us. Even though we should be awarded everyday for our strength and courage, we are not. Our beaten and struggles our ancestors went through can’t compare to no other beaters. We were beaten until we were unconscious, but we never gave up. That’s the joy of being an African American.
We have achieved so much throughout our lifetime. Invented things such as street lights, hot combs and peanut butter. Achieving so much has been acknowledged for once. It’s been acknowledge so much that we have a black history month (February). Having a whole month let’s me know that being an African American is important. So why change a beautiful race into a ugly one. A portion of our African Americans are sinking into the stereotypes: stupid and ignorant. The other better half wouldn’t let them drown into it. Working so hard for our freedom, to let one of our kind come and ruin it would be heartbreak. We all know that will never happen.