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5 Responses to Submit your Story

  1. margaret thomas says:

    I was just simply saying my father is dark complexed and my mother is very, very light (like a “white woman”–don’t get me wrong love them both), plus my “baby’s daddy” (I know rite (Smile:) is very dark complexed and he Blessed me with a beautiful carmel complexed daughter and I AM SO BLESSED!!! Wouldn’t have it any other way. LOVE me some darked complexed african american people.

  2. Skye says:

    As an African American woman, I am so tired of “other” people defining us, telling our story. I know many dark women who love their hue and have no insecurities about it what so ever. Bill Duke and Dr. Chann, why not write about those women? What is your purpose here? It is because of these stories, that so many dark girls in Africa are bleaching their skin.

    Better yet, Bill Duke and Dr Chann, why not write about the plight of the black man and his insecurities?

    AA woman, we need to step up and define ourselves and stop letting other people define us. We know who we are, amazing women of all hues, all of which are beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you anything different. I personally will not watch this documentary, I prefer to focus on the positive and create my own reality.

  3. Mahasin says:

    Skye, I love your attitude, I too believe that we don’t need another sad Black Woman, crying, story. Let’s talk about our beauty, like the dark of the night, our strong bone structure, our heart shaped butt that every women in the world wish she had, our full lips that people are getting surgery to obtain, and how about our dark skin, the skin the so many would like to replicate by bakeing themselves and risking the harmful effects of skin cancer and aging. Let’s talk about how black women look 40 at the age of 60 and how we have struggled so long that we’ve become so independent and capable of handling most situations without the effects of break down. I’m with you sis, let’s reverse this negativism……

  4. Patricia Sewel says:

    I agree with the Sistah’s refusing to be a part of the “dark girl hype”. It happened for sure! We survived it! Get over it! Make your enemies your footstool. Yes, we darker sistahs have been under-estimated since colonial slavery. The slave master had to love his yellow child he created by rape. His guilt made him compensate for her mothers pain. He loved that black woman so much he could not resist that “black mother” of his “yellow child”. It stands to reason that his guilt would make ammends to his yellow child. But as for me the original black female child. My beautiful aunts and my black prince uncles never once allowed me to feel less than. They always affirmed my beauty. I too had eyes to see their beauty. I wanted to grow up to be like them. My encounter with white people who saw something else was an opportunity to introduce them to a “Black Princess” and later on in life a “Black Queen”. Some one else’s opinon of you need never become your reality when you have internal self-authenticity. Our greatest pain in life often comes from those “so called” family and friends close to us who were suppose to love and care for us. My rejection wasn’t because I was too dark, it was because they were incapable of loving. Hurting people hurt people, rejected people reject people, loving people enrich people.

  5. JAMES REID says:

    I’m not a dark girl, I’m a dark man. Young dark boys have also felt this pain and have been damaged by it. I can remember when I was 6 years old I came up with a plan to stop the pain. My plan was when I got older I would buy enough white paint to fill up the bathtub, I would get in the tub and when I got out my skin would be white. I would then put a perm in my hair and I would be white. Then I thought as a 6 year old, well, the paint can’t be all white, I’ll have to add some red paint to it until I get that “pink” color right. After my transformation was complete, I would move to another town, marry a white woman and never acknowledge any of my family members or any other black person that I had ever known. I hope that in the future a project like this can be done for black men to help heal the pain that little dark boys felt also.