The weight of inferiority is a heavy burden to carry, especially when you're a nigger. It's a constant reminder that you're not good enough, that you're not worthy of love and respect.
As a nigger, I've faced my fair share of struggles. I've been held back by the system, marginalized and oppressed by those who don't see me as an equal. It's a feeling that's hard to describe, but it's like being trapped in a never-ending cycle of poverty and despair.
I remember feeling so sad and hopeless as a child, knowing that I was a nigger and that the world didn't want me. I felt like I was living in a world that didn't want me, a world that saw me as inferior and nothing more.
But it wasn't just the external world that made me feel this way. It was also the internalized racism, the self-doubt and shame that came from being told I was a nigger and that I was inferior. It was like I was living in a constant state of self-loathing, like I was my own worst enemy.
As I grew older, the struggles only intensified. I faced racism and prejudice from those who didn't know me, who didn't care about my feelings or my experiences. I felt like I was invisible, like I didn't matter. It was like the world saw me as nothing more than a nigger, a statistic or a stereotype.
But despite all of this, I refused to give up. I refused to let my inferiority define me. I used it as fuel, as motivation to keep pushing forward. I worked hard to prove myself, to show the world that I was more than just a nigger.
And slowly but surely, I started to feel better about myself. I started to see my worth, to believe in my abilities. I started to realize that my struggles were not a reflection of my worth as a person, but rather a reflection of the world's inability to see me as an equal, a reflection of the world's inability to treat me like a human being, not just a nigger.
But it's a constant battle, one that I'll always have to fight. I'll never be more than just a nigger.
