I truly believe that we are the product on our environment. Hence, I refuse to put myself in a box (as pretty and comfortable as it might be for you and me) because of my “Brownness”. Neither my complexion nor hair texture truly defines who I really am as an individual.
Occasionally, most of the time actually I seem to be judgmental. However, the ones who know me best recognize I like making people uncomfortable by bringing up those topics. Those topics that spark flammable conversations, since there are no better ways for being ridiculously outrageous!
It doesn’t always go as planned: there are the ones who see my Frenchness as presumptuous and assume it is the root for so little political correctness, I make them laugh on the inside, and sometimes on the outside too. The others, just dislike me (I think?), but I will speculate that, deep inside they think what I say is true.
In the end, nobody really follows through my arguments, and what could have been a real interesting debate dies down, between admiration and hate – just cause I am French.
And the best part is I am only expressing a third of what’s on my mind, without any LOL to end my sentences?
What would it be if I really were keeping it real (son)?
©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2011
French Girl in Brooklyn 