Author: Sheveta Wilson

I started to wonder if I was on the team simply to cover up any speculation that it was not a diverse workplace. I would often wonder if I was wasting my time proving how great of an asset I was to a corporation that did not care about who I was as an individual, but instead only cared that their name would not be in the media for not having at least “One Black Girl” that gets paid a good salary. I pushed and pushed until, one day, I was over it. The reality of being treated “nice nasty” because of my skin color was extremely exhausting.