Kanika: Poet. Lover of Words. One who tells the stories of the mundane and inanimate. Bearer of Light, Water, and Sky.
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I had an interesting conversation yesterday with a young black man from New York. He's in Paris working on a fashion line, spending his days mostly in the library studying and walking through any of beautiful parks here in Paris for inspiration. He said that abroad he felt as though race didn't matter as much; that people saw his humanity and not just his skin color. He wondered why we (black folks) can't just do something without race attached. These comments were in reference to the #blackgirlmagic and #blackgurltravel hashtags.
I've been traveling abroad for the last few weeks. This entire experience has been eye opening, life changing, and still there's a part of it that's very ordinary. I shared these thoughts with him, adding that as I post photos on social media, for this trip I hadn't felt the need to add a plethora of "hashtag affirmations" because I'm just living my life.
My intent is not to come off as privaleged an oblivious to the various circumstances that prevent others from traveling. The idea is to be a part of the movement to change the narrative about what is an isn't possible for any person like me. So although yes, I am Black, the last few weeks I've just been a woman. Just Kanika, experiencing the world at her own pace and from her own Southern point of view.
No hashtags needed.
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