Love My Color

Chapter 3 (Kimberly-Ann)

After being attacked by the press, Momma dragged me home and made sure to slam the door shut. I knew i was in trouble over something that was way out of my control.

"Kimberly-Ann I-" she stopped and continued pacing back and fourth in the living room. Her normally moca-caramel skin was oddly paler and she looked like she was going to pass out from embarrasment. I sat on the sofa toying with my fingers not daring myself to look at her. How do you explain to your mother that you didn't mean to almost get raped?

Exactly cause it's RAPE.

"I don't even where to begin," she said steadly pacing. It was driving me nuts.

"Mom," i began looking at her shyly. Her attention seemed to be full on me. "He was evil. I tryed screaming for help but nobody came and he put toilet paper in my mouth to hush me up."

"Kimmy," she sighed sitting next to me. I turned away from her not want tot meet her eyes. She rubbed my back and stroked my hair. I was still shaken from the atempted rape sene from earlier and shrugged her off. "Baby, you have to stop acting like we could every be equal with the white people. They don't like our kind."

"You mean human?" I snapped back. I hate when she referred to us as a certain "kind" 

"Baby you know what i meny," she said in a soft voice. "They don't like and will never accept us. After all, they're the worst kind of people-"

"Momma STOP!" I snapped standing up away from her. She looked at me with shock. I knew i might get a beating from Daddy for this but i had to say something

"Quit generalizing them," I pleaded. "Their all not like that. Yes some of them can be evil but trust me a lot of them are nice."

"Okay, Kimberly then how do you explain how Dr. Taylor almost had his way with you?" she questioned me.

"Like i said before some of them are evil," i said backing up my previous point. "Dr. Taylor happened to be one of them"

"Kimberly grow up!" she exclaimed not wanting to argue with me about this. "We livin' in Alabama! The south. You know good n' well the south is where all the slaves were and were racisim started. No matter how hard you try we ain't never gon' fit it." She stood up and walked towards the kitchen but no before stopping and looking at me. "And it's all because of the skin we're in."

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Later that evening i sat in my room reading a book about the slavery days. I knew my great grandmother was a slave and I always wanted to read into it., but the breif argument i had with my mother downstairs i just wasn't feelin' it. I sighed and threw the book across the room and looked at the ceiling. Why am I hated cause of my color? I'll never understand.

As if on que, my older brother Anthony walked in without knocking.

"Knock knock," he said letting himself in. I rolled my eyes at him as he sat in my desk chair. "What's goin' on sis?" he greeted. I picked at my hair and turned to him.

"Don't you ever knock?" I snapped at him with hostility. "I could've been naked."

"But you wern't," he said playing with a pencil that was on the desk. "What's up with you Kim? I heard you made trouble with white people again and got shot and raped in the same day."

"Boy, don't you have your facts wrong," i said now sitting up on my bed. "The owner of a shop wouldn't let my buy flowers in his store cause i was a negro. Hell, he wouldn't even let me IN the shop. So...." i said dragging the 'O' "I protested and walked right in, grabbed some flowers i liked, threw money on the table, yelled 'FREEDOM FOR ALL' and walked right out." Now that i say it out loud I felt like i was doing the right thing by it. Anthony shook his head and sighed.