I don’t have anyone but my boyfriend and my cousin talk about topics without someone crying some type of “ism”. Ajnabis come off very sensitive . Growing up with pan Africanism and western feminism give me more self hate. I was told that all blacks are the same, but was depressed that I didn’t look quite like them. I would told that I have a disease because my lips were purple lips and was skinny. I would paint my lips red. I become very overweight because I was trying to have a body like the stereotypical black girl. Was told that black people are the only people accept me, so I should forgive whatever they did or said. When I watched slaves movies, outside of Amistad, I felt no connection to. I can’t comprehend the feeling to have the acknowledgment and approval of white people. When a white or non-black says something racist to do me, I feel a fire inside and can’t never give them even a tear or try to conquer them. I have no fear of police. My mum and some of my family side to this day makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me for feeling that way. I also had a very big guilt complex about Africans enslaving “each other” I have a complex about being called a coon or self hate because it’s not I hate being black or want to be white. I just don’t relate or connect with all black people. I think Somalis are superior, but doesn’t mean I hate other races and would go out my way to disrespect them. I hated college because it was too slow and to me, they’re just training you to be a good employee. Also, the whole black is god and the lead is ass backwards to me. My mum says I’m too blunt, arrogant and doesn’t understand why I want to connect with African American identity. I see a lot of African Americans as whiny and sensitive to any criticism, especially the women. They tend to take EVERYTHING personal. I tried to connect with maadows and the hood, but it was the worst decision I’ve ever made. My mental state was horrible and had no self esteem. Now that I accepted my African heritage and that even though we’re different, it’s okay. I’m not as angry and hateful anymore. I think subconsciously I was resentful towards ajnabis because I forced to try to be something I wasn’t and I believe, deep down, maadows do it. Also, my younger sister was raised fully in maadow culture and she’s a fat welfare fraud psychopathic . My dislike of Somalis integrating into any other identity is psychologically and economically damaging to us. Like my sister is a BT-3000- edition as Tommy Sotomayor puts it. Has anyone ever experienced else this ? Honestly now I get complimented by maadows how polite and respectful I am. The only people that give me grief about is my family. My aunt told me that they’re better because they’re part Native American, had more education and shouldn’t think that they’re superior because Somalia is a shithole. My grandma told not to wear scarfs because I look like “those” people. Outside my cousin and one of my aunts, I keep my distance. My Afro Latino cousins see that nationalist is evil and everyone should equal. I can’t joke or disagree without them getting triggered. Mixed race black people have a severe guilt complex. They do victim complex thing to fit it, but doesn’t benefit them. I know this is long, but yeah, those are my weird little thoughts. Living around hotel, Hebrew Israelites and guilt tripped white trash commies will make you a little crazy. I have stories. Some many stories