It’s like playing the racism lottery and wondering if you’ll hit

Every time I go to meet a new client, there’s a part of me that wonders if they’re going to answer the door and say, “Oh…you’re Black.

Yeah, we don’t allow that around the children,” and close the door; despite the fact that nothing like that has ever even remotely occurred in the 10 years I’ve done this.

So that’s being Black in America.

Someone call Soledad O’Brien.

About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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