How It Feels to Be Colored Me

After reading the passage How It Feels to Be Colored me I felt a stream of emotions running through me. I found it very interesting that Zora felt white people interpreted things such as music so much differently than colored people. Zora's emotions towards the jazz music related past tribal gatherings. She described being in a jungle, living the jungle way, and having her face painted. She began to feel her heart pounding when the thought of hunting spears got involved. The white man sitting next to her claimed to enjoy the music, but did not feel any emotions like Zora. Zora seems to find her self unsure about her color at times. When she is with a group of white people she feels she stands out more as colored, and feels in a way like an outcast (but continues to act the same, and believe as she always did). I think Zora is a courageous women to allow herself to leave her "comfort zone" and go to further her education. (even if it means people would be watching her closely)