In moments when I was angry, I used to wish I was that Black girl. You know the one. The one who snaps her gum. Who claps out every word when angry. The one who rolls her eyes and you feel it in your bones. The one who always says what she thinks—who begins her sentences with “First of all…” and then lists what you ain’t gon do. I wanted to be the Black girl who white people are afraid of making angry.
