Every Black Girl Dances by Candice Y. Johnson EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Candice Y. Johnson
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“GIRL, YOU ARE black as hell.”
at’s not exactly what the woman perched in the aisle seat says to me,
but it’s what I hear as our plane hits a second round of turbulence in half an
hour. Even heaven seems annoyed by her incessant yapping about all things
relevant to only her. ank God, this ight only has a little more than two
hours to go.
My row-mate is too cheery for six in the morning. I should be taking
my rst pee, not listening to a complete stranger with zero sense of
boundaries or discretion, chattering about social media and current events
while casually tossing in how pretty I am for a dark-skinned girl. Make that
extra dark, as if I’m not already aware. Her thin lips latch onto the rim of
her Styrofoam coee cup as she ips her bright red curls, utterly oblivious
of how insulting her backhanded compliment really is. Somehow, my
blatant snub and wide-eyed silence isn’t the eective deterrent I’d hoped it
would be. Now, she’s circling from waxing about visiting her elderly
grandfather for a spell in Frisco, Texas, back to her fascination with my
skin.
God, I don’t have the strength to speak laymen’s right now.
“I hope you don’t nd this rude, but your skin is simply luminous to be
so . . .”
“Dark?” ere. I nish for her. She knows it’s rude before she alludes to
it. My submissive face takes over as I lean against the window, observing
her green eyes grow into saucers and soak up all this darkness in awe.
“Makes you want a Snickers, huh?”
Her paltry giggle in response to my direct jab is a staunch reminder of
the harsh scrutiny my particular shade of black forces me to deal with every
day: she just doesn’t get it. She chirps her name as if I care enough to
register the pointless syllables in my memory bank. Sandy. Penny.
Chrysanthemum. Hell, who knows what she just rattled o? For the rest of
this ight from Los Angeles to Dallas, all I want to hear is my playlist while
I catch a few zzz’s.
What’s-her-name blinks, taking a brief respite from her irrelevant
musings to breathe. Facing me, she rests an elbow on the armrest and
perches her head on top of her hand, curiosity etched across her heartshaped face. Seriously, if she doesn’t stop staring, I will invoice her for a
counseling session. Sis acts like my skin’s giving her third-world healing.
“Your braids are so . . . unique,” she sings loud enough to provoke the
passengers occupying the rows in front of and behind us to indiscreetly
investigate for themselves as if I can’t see them squirming in their seats just
enough to judge whether her assessment’s on point.
“So dierent,” she mutters, intent on eliciting the response she didn’t
squeeze out of me the rst time. One of her wiry hands gestures as if to
reach across the empty middle seat between us to fondle my tailbone-length
braids, regarding them with the wonder of a mythical creature she’s
discovered is actually real. A scowl replacing the excruciating smile I’ve
managed to maintain this long prompts her to draw it back quickly.
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