Fucking hair, I thought it was as a kid and teenager. I had unruly curls, curled so stiffly that it seemed as if I had been born far too light. My skin is naturally lightly bronzed, as a toddler I was talking about beige. Although I was only ‘a little beige’, I often got the ‘N-word’ thrown at me on the playground. It had to be because of those damn curls. The teachers asked if they could feel it too, as if such a thing is a normal question. Like it’s okay to get into someone’s hair. And so I...