Woman of Color in a White Space

The other day I went to my mailbox and there were 3 white guys standing near the mailboxes. They all had their backs toward me. When they all turned and saw me I made eye contact with one, he looked at me quizzically from head to toe. I couldn’t figure out why he was looking at me that way. Was there something on my face? Just what the hell was he looking at?

Then I realized there is something on my face: color. This wasn’t the first time a white person on this campus has examined me so conspicuously. I just want to know what the hell is everyone looking at. I am so tired of being examined by roaming eyes. Women of color are not here as the novel subjects of your white gaze. Take your eyes off of me.