So Sad Yet So True

Living in Florence for month I have come to the realization that although it is very diverse, well when I say diverse I mean Middle Eastern, African, and European, and American; there is a vast deficiency of Black American’s. We are a relatively new movement in this country and its very interesting to share and my culture with fellow Florentines. The native inhabitants of Florence are not as a judgmental about skin color and different cultures as the fleeing African men that I have encountered. Would you believe that this hideous Senegalese man had the nerve to tell me that I was a “fake Black” all because I didn’t want to dance, call, or talk to him? I was talking to my Hot Italian/French dude and he said I was phony because I want white men and not him. Are you kidding me?
As a stated in a previous blog the African men call me “Brown Sugar”, and all types of names associated with the color of my skin, however they are the ones being pimped out by all the hot young white girls.LOL. It’s OK for them to seek white women, who they believe have money; just because they are white. I guess it’s not a two way street. It’s really depressing to see how ignorant they are and the long term affects of European colonialization. Even the African women that I have been seeing here have low self esteem; they all wear shades of makeup which are way to light for them, and the fugliest, biggest, and worst weaves ever!!! I wish I had pictures; it’s really that sad. I will pray for all of them. How can a single group of people be so unaware of themselves? I wish I could erase their minds and start all over again.