Black Faces in White Spaces: A Study

Most of my life I weaved in and out of two worlds, that of a first-generation Nigerian American, and that of a Black girl living in predominantly White neighborhoods and going to predominantly White schools. Jumbling both worlds was difficult. I didn't look like my peers or dress like my peers, and I rarely fit in. My hair didn't blow in the wind like Susie's, and my daily attire was a mixture of African ideals, religious legalism, and a fashion police's worst nightmare.