Personal Narrative: The Social Norm

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I grew up as one of the hardest things to commit to, black and alternative. My meaning of alternative is being interested in goth fashion and heavy metal music. From what I was told, being black is listening to hip-hop and dressing like everyone else around them or what is the social norm. Clearly, my definition of alterative is contrasting on what it means to be “black.” I say it's hard to commit because coming from a closed black family, I felt pressed to let go of what I felt about myself just to make them happy. Questions like, ‘’Why are you trying so hard to be different?’’ or ‘’Who told you that was okay?’’ Still replay in my head whenever I decide to wear something that I would feel most comfortable in. Not long ago, I got into an arguement…show more content…
When it got to the topic of music, the conversation turned south; my sister asked why I didn’t listen to “black’’ music and why was I trying so hard to be “white” instead of being black. What she said didn’t make sense to me because how can listening to a certain genre mean giving up your own culture? I tried to defend myself saying that I am not trying to be white because I love who I am right now and what I listen to doesn’t change that. My sister was constantly telling me how wrong I was and that it wasn’t right for me to not be interested in black culture. I never said that I had no interest in black culture, I do have love for many black artists out today. I didn’t know she would be upset with something so innocent. I felt bad about myself but also disappointed that my sister could be so ignorant. Who tells someone who they can and can’t be due to their race? It made me think about if I should tone down being myself and start acting more like her and the rest of those around me in an effort to be accepted. When I went to a predominately white school, even the black kids had this same ignorant mindset that I shouldn’t ‘’talk white’’ or dress in band t-shirts and skinny jeans. I knew it wasn't just a thing at home and that other people in our community think the same way. As a result of their comments, I felt more disconnected with people of my own race; they pushed me away by making me feel as though I was an outcast because I didn’t fit into the norm of what a black person should
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