While Maleeka Madison learns to become more confident at school, her new English teacher, Miss Saunders, assigns a writing project in which Maleeka is supposed to write from the perspective of a girl living in the 17th century. Knowing that she would have likely been a slave back then because she’s Black, Maleeka writes the diary from the perspective of a slave girl named Akeelma. As she sees the world through Akeelma’s eyes, Maleeka starts to draw connections between the events she’s writing about in Akeelma’s life and the events happening in her own life—which spurs her to confront much of the abuse that she faces at the hands of other students. In this way, writing isn’t just a means of creative expression: it can help a person understand themselves and their circumstances and empower them to shape their own story.
At first, Miss Saunders’s creative writing assignment helps Maleeka fully confront and understand experiences at school, as Maleeka draws parallels between her own situation and the fictional story she’s writing. Miss Saunders assigns her class to write a diary from the perspective of people living in the 17th century as an exercise in empathy. Maleeka writes as a 13-year-old slave girl named Akeelma, which she explains is close to “Maleeka” spelled backwards. Even in the character’s name, Maleeka ties herself to Akeelma, foreshadowing how she will draw on much of her own experience when writing about Akeelma’s experiences. In the first story that Maleeka writes, Akeelma is on a slave ship headed for America. She feels ugly, skinny, and wretchedly dirty. But she notices that, as bad as she feels, a boy named Kinjari likes to stare at her. One day, however, a girl who steals Akeelma’s food says that Kinjari has been tossed over the side of the boat, though Akeelma assumes the girl is lying. This mirrors Maleeka’s own situation, as she feels insecure about her looks but notices that a boy named Caleb likes her anyway. Meanwhile, Maleeka’s toxic friend Charlese, like the girl on the boat, tries to undermine Maleeka’s relationship with Caleb. In another story, Akeelma laments how the girl on the boat continues to steal food from her. The girl is “a lion who cares for no one but herself.” The connections between the girl and Charlese are strengthened because the day she writes this story, Charlese purposefully doesn’t bring any clothes for Maleeka to wear, and Maleeka is forced to wear the ill-fitting clothes her mom made for her instead. In her writing, Maleeka implicitly understands that Charlese cares only for herself, even if Maleeka writes about it only subconsciously. As the school year goes on and Maleeka continues to write, she thinks, “Lately it’s hard to know where Akeelma’s thoughts begin and mine end […] Akeelma [says] she’s scared that maybe people will always think she’s ugly. But I’m really talking about myself. I’m scared people will always think I’m ugly.” Maleeka directly connects her experiences to Akeelma’s and becomes conscious of how her writing is a way for her to work through her own feelings and experiences.
Over time, as Maleeka becomes more aware of the parallels between Akeelma’s story and her own, her writing actually empowers her to stand up to the school bullies. The day that Charlese refuses to give Maleeka clothes, another of Maleeka’s bullies, John-John, makes fun of her for her clothing. Having just written one of Akeelma’s letters, Maleeka decides to confront him. She reflects that “I guess thinking about Akeelma makes me wonder why people treat others like they’re nothing.” In this way, Maleeka’s writing helps her recognize the unfairness of John-John’s bullying and empowers her to try to change it. At the end of the novel, when Charlese bullies Maleeka into taking the fall for vandalism that she and Charlese perpetrated together, Charlese calls Maleeka an “ugly, stupid, black thing.” In her head, Maleeka hears Akeelma say, “Call me by my name!” and Maleeka can’t help but shout the same thing at Charlese. Maleeka finally stands up to Charlese and tells Miss Saunders that Charlese was also involved in the vandalism. That Akeelma’s thoughts inspire Maleeka to tell the truth illustrates the power of her writing. It enables her not only to understand herself through the lens of a fictional character, but also to draw on the strength of the character she’s created and seek out power over and satisfaction in her own life.
Author Sharon Flake has stated in interviews that when her daughter Brittney was born, she began making up stories about tenacious girls with dark skin like she had. Years later, she published her first novel, The Skin I’m In, to help counter societal messages that belittled Black girls. Just as Akeelma helps illuminate Maleeka’s experiences and empower her, Flake wanted her writing to help young Black girls see themselves in a character—Maleeka—and feel empowered by her.
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“Thank you,” she says, walking off. Then she stops stone still, like some bright idea has just come to her, turns around, and heads back my way. My skin starts to crawl before she even opens her mouth. “Maleeka, your skin is pretty. Like a blue-black sky after it’s rained and rained,” she says. Then she smiles and explains how that line comes from a favorite poem of hers. Next thing I know, she’s heading down the hall again like nothing much happened.
Day in and day out Kinjari eyes me, staring like he sees the sun rising in my eyes. I want to ask him why he looks at me that way. Am I something so beautiful he can’t help but stare? I keep quiet. Beauty is where one finds it, my father used to say. […]
I was sick, bad, for a long while. When I woke up, Kinjari was gone. Dead. “He had the mark. The pocks,” the girl chained to me said, sucking her front teeth like they was soup bones. “The slavers tossed him over the side,” she said.
But this one, she steals my food. Can I trust her with the truth? I don’t know.
“New clothes, huh?” he says, trying to be smart.
I stop walking and turn to him and ask real smart like, “Why you always picking on me?” I ain’t sure what’s come over me. I guess thinking about Akeelma makes me wonder why people treat others like they’re nothing.
“Chill, Maleeka,” John-John says, strutting down the hall alongside me. He gets quiet, and I hear his big sneakers squeaking every time they hit the floor.
Mostly I’m thinking and writing in my diary—our diary, Akeelma’s and mine. Lately it’s hard to know where Akeelma’s thoughts begin and mine end. I mean, I might be starting off with her talking about how scared she is with the smallpox spreading around the ship and killing people. Then I end up the same paragraph with Akeelma saying she’s scared that maybe people will always think she’s ugly. But I’m really talking about myself. I’m scared people will always think I’m ugly.
I showed this last part to Miss Saunders. She said this is powerful stuff. “Writing is clearly one of your gifts, Maleeka,” she said. I know it sounds stupid, but when I was leaving Miss Saunders’s classroom, I hugged them papers to my chest like they was some boy I’ve been wanting to press up against for weeks. It feels good doing something not everybody can do.
The words is written out real neat and straight and strong.
Brown
Beautiful
Brilliant
My my Maleeka
is
Brown
Beautiful
Brilliant
Mine
Momma is calling me. I can’t answer. My mouth is full of Daddy’s words, and my head is remembering him again. Tall, dark, and smiling all the time. Then gone when his cab crashed into that big old bread truck. Gone away from me for good, till now.
“All I done for you,” Char says. “You gonna leave me out to dry like this. Wait till later, you ugly, stupid black thing.”
Call me by my name! I hear Akeelma say, and I scream it out, too. “Call me by my name! I am not ugly. I am not stupid. I am Maleeka Madison, and, yeah, I’m black, real black, and if you don’t like me, too bad ‘cause black is the skin I’m in!”