Thank You God For Making Me White

Thank you God for making me white. Life has been hard enough being female and growing up poor, so I just want to thank you for keeping an eye out for me. Always being the new girl at school was hard but I always knew, walking in on the first day, the majority of the kids would look like me, even in Houston- LOL! I was also fairly certain that the teachers wouldn’t prejudge me based on the color of my skin and that school could be my sanctuary. When I was accidently placed in the wrong math lane, I just told them and they fixed it. Ha! Can you imagine? Thanks God!

 Thanks for having my back, God. They say that all you have to do is ask for forgiveness and you’re good for it. Thanks again. I now know that in all of my years of shoplifting, even though you didn’t approve of my ill behavior, you thought it best to keep it just between you and me. No use getting the authorities involved, that would have been a fiasco! I was so thankful when that young African American girl came into the Payless behind me that one time so that the authorities left me alone and began to track her. Thank God! I mean, thanks God! I wasn’t sure if I would get out of there, my purse was full of lifted cosmetics!

 Also, what a relief that my poor choices in life have been just that– poor choices. I live, I fuck up, I learn. Oops, there I go, cursing again, sorry God. It’s hard enough knowing that you’re probably disappointed in me for dropping the ball so many times, I can’t imagine having my action speak for an entire people. Holy shit, me representing the entire white race? Could you imagine? Perhaps you knew and designed it that way- LOL! Of course you knew!

 Thank you God for making me white. I’m so thankful for the opportunities I’ve been awarded and that my race has never been an issue, like the time I argued with the stupid cop who gave me a ticket for “speeding”. Could you imagine trying that shit in middle America as a black woman? Whew, what a relief! Thanks so much that I don’t live in middle America and thanks that I’m white. So much to be thankful for! Thank you God!

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About Kelli K.

The purpose for staring this blog is threefold, one, to push my personal limits a bit and share my story with others, two, hopefully in doing so, to get a clearer understanding of myself and three, to inspire the youth with similar stories to keep going. My story is weird. I’ve seen the response on people’s faces my entire life. I am fairly guarded on what and how I share with people but I have decided I’m too old give a fuck anymore. As I’ve said, my story is weird, but only parts. Many parts are very normal. Hopefully this blog will allow me to introduce myself in a way that reflects my many angles (and curves) and refuses to let you walk away and peg me as, “the girl who did this” or “the girl who did that”.
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