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No explanation needed. I wanted that kind of power: the kind that lets crowds of white kids flip cars and light fires after a Super Bowl win and still get called " rowdy ," not criminals. You start wanting whiteness without even meaning to.

I watched the world soften for white boyswatched doors swing open and trouble slide right off them, and I wanted some of that softness for myself. Trouble seemed to find him every other week, but it never seemed to stick to him. They were happier and lived life with a bit more than I had.

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My numbers never lied. The latest posts from @TheThugHub. All it took was an adult catching a glimpse of those bright eyes and suddenly, whatever he'd done was already forgiven, forgotten, wiped clean. I remember being in middle school, actually praying I'd be white.

Over and over, I heard the worn refrain: "You have to work twice as hard to get half as far.

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Then there was my next-door neighbor and childhood playmate, Dylan. And that same boy would flinch at his own skin after an afternoon in the sun darkened it. I told God that if He let me wake up white, I swear I'd use that power for good.

I wanted to be seen as worthy and beautiful, without having to wrestle for it every step of the way. Like one ChristmasI unwrapped a toy gun; my mom took one look and quietly took it away. Even the compliments I got felt like little reminders that I was an exception to some rule: "You're so well-spoken for a Black kid.

So, when I started dating, I told myself I was open to anyone and kept up the story that attraction was just a feeling. I already knew the danger of being caught in public with a toy gun. The moments seemed small at the time, but they stacked up fast, telling the same story over and over: white kids and Black kids live by different rules.

The kind that kept Freddie Mae's hands off some houses inand safe from foreclosure. But the truth? More room to mess up, be loud, and take up space. More freedom. He kept buying me drinks, pretty chill dude. More smiles. That's how it happens.

The kind that means some families get to evacuate safely when a Category 5 hurricane hits, breaking levees, while others are left floating behind.