I dreamt that I was on campus. It was like an induction day, they were a lot of people around. I went into a room thinking it was where I'll find my colleagues and there no one I knew there. I could no log on the computer. I was annoyed. I went back up on the ground. I saw a tutor shouting at students at what they should do. I went to him to ask him what I should do to find my room. He got supra annoyed and started shouting at me and there and then I told him to fuck off I don't need someone treating me like a child making me feel worse than I do already I am 31 years old I said. He calms down to apologize and walked with me. I can't remember what he said apart from trying. I had short hair. I dreamt of my brother and sister with two other girls. We were lying in bed with my bro watching a movie with drag queens in it. When we got up my bro had straight hair with some highlights on it purple and green. His hairwase jet black.
The blur is real. When I was young, I was sent every holiday, in one of the toughest neighbourhood in Paris where most children of immigrants can be found, to experience first hand what it means to be a product of your environment. I was bullied not because of the colour I shared with them but what I represented in their mind - the product of a middle-class family. Yes, I was born neither white or black. I identify as mixed race. I was privileged to be raised in a household where your creativity and ingenuity was more prized than any other type of achievement (i.e. education, getting married or making money). The experience made me appreciate even more what was given to me. The experience also forced me to be very selective in what I was allowed to say depending on the people I was with. Social oppression in the age of free speech is just too real when you are young and uneducated. As for now, I am more educated and aware that free speech is one of the foundations of o...
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