As a girl, I was called so many names darky, black, and burnt -then comes the laughing and sneering. Having red undertones with a summer’s bronzing glow. I covered everything. I would have covered my face if they’d let me.
About the third grade, I entered a new school. And with that new school, I heard the whispers. I endured the taunting trials of immature students who had no idea of who I was and neither did I.
Although it’s taken many self-talks. Many years. Many journeys of hurt.
Prepping myself to love me.
Taking a hard long look.
I mean really look at my body.
And stop this affliction of hatred.
While I can’t change the perceptions of others. I choose to feel good about my identity as a woman. I choose to use this kindness and share it abroad until the world does not see but feel the warmth of kindness. And then it nourishes our paths. And with an open vision,
I choose love.~ you kindness sister Krissy Mosley image by the author of this post
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