If HBCUs Are Truly Safe Spaces, Then Why Don…

For the first eighteen years of my life, I felt “embarrassed” and excluded until I revealed my deepest secret. I vividly recall what happened immediately after sharing the earth-shattering secret; I had trouble reading. First, my world did not end nor was I made to feel insufficient. I’d learned my challenge was not all that uncommon, and most important identifying my diagnosis of Dyslexia was liberating and empowering. How did I arrive at this place of liberation? I had a sponsor who poured into me while assuring me acceptance should not only be my expectation but my right. I flourished.

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