I AM TRAYVON MARTIN.
“Defining myself, as opposed to being defined by others, is one of the most difficult challenges I face.” – Carol Moseley-Braun
I am a 22 year old African American female born and raised in the city of Baltimore, MD, in a single parent home with my mother who birthed me at the age of 14. That alone, stereotypes me to be a ghetto female living off the system with multiple kids and very little education.
Trayvon Martin died just because he was stereotyped to be a young, black thug roaming the streets as a threat to society. Just because he APPEARED that way. In reality, he was just a teenager being a teenager. He was more than just a normal teenager. In high school, at the age of 17, he already had scholarship and college offers with a GPA of 3.7 (you can’t say that for a lot of Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, or etc teenagers). He was going to go places, but just because he was black walking home at night with a hoodie on, he automatically fits in the category of a criminal. For that, he was unjustly murdered just because of the way he looked! He was worth way more than his appearance, unfortunately in this society a lot of minorities aren’t recognized for what they’re really worth.
I am Trayvon Martin. When people look at me, I am automatically judged to be a typical ghetto black female from Baltimore. I know for a fact I am way more than that. I am finishing up my undergraduate degree in electrical engineering and physics, and I am independent with a nice job and my own place. I am just as capable of doing anything I want to do and go for. Again, unfortunately I live in a society where race, sex, and status mean everything. I am always overlooked because of my looks and made less than just because I am a BLACK FEMALE in the engineering career. I have to work twice as hard as my colleagues just to be accepted and respected in my line of work because being a woman and black in a white male dominated field doesn’t mix well; only because of pure ignorance.
Just like the saying goes, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” I hope this situation show people that just because someone looks a certain way doesn’t mean that is who they are. Everyone should have a chance to be accepted and not judged regardless of appearance.
(The picture of me was chosen to prove a point. I love to dress and look edgy on my off time because I like it. Of course I do not go to work like this, but still get treated as if I came to work looking like this with all my piercings and edgy attire)