Monkeys Are Accepting Differences Essay

Monkeys are accepting of differences. Monkeys don't exclude other monkeys. Monkeys don’t have bad intentions. Humans, on the other hand, aren’t as accepting or inclusive. At times, we also may not have the best intentions. Take a step into a high school full of teenagers from the age of thirteen to the age of eighteen and you'll see exactly what I mean. High school for me was a place where people who were just a tad bit different, ate alone at the lunch table or never got asked to their school's homecoming dance. Yes, it's sad to say, but it is the truth.
As a senior in high school, I am finally coming to the realization that my differences are merely quirks that make me unique. I have now learned to embrace the fact that I am different from what society perceives to be the norm, but it wasn't always this way. From seventh through eleventh grade, I was not as approving of my dissimilarities as I am now. Growing up in a predominantly Caucasian school was where I struggled the most.
I constantly felt as if I was too "white" for the black kids and too "black" for the white kids. In summary, I didn't know who I wanted to be.
Similarly, African American men and women in history were looked down on and were believed to be foolish, unappealing, and incapable. For years, I believed all of those negative words. For years, I believed that I could never be as smart as the white boy who sat next to me in my third-hour math class. I walked down the hallway and felt like the odd one out because every person to my left and my right looked nothing like me. I was the odd one. I was the different one, but now I have come to realize that it's OK, because God made each and every one of us different for a reason.
Every day I am constantly being asked questions like, "Why are you so militant?" "When did you become such a black activist?" and the answer is quite simple.
I'm not. I am merely a young, black girl that knows what it’s like to feel as though she isn’t good enough to do great things or even do something just as simple, yet great, as going to college. Nevertheless, here I am, writing an essay that will someday give me the opportunity to do and be something greater.
In the end, learning to love and accept yourself takes time. It took me some time, yet, some odd years later, I can finally say that I have come to accept myself in spite of my differences. Lastly, in the words of Martin Luther King Jr., I Have a Dream; and that dream is that someday every young boy and girl will learn to love themselves regardless of how different they feel, how strange to society they may look, and the human race will someday become more like monkeys and not exclude people solely because they are not the
same.