Peace & Honey

I accept me justas I am without any changesneeded.._Krissy Mosley

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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Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling history to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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12 thoughts on “Peace & Honey”

  1. When I was a little girl growing up in the 1960s and 1970s the kids on the playground would call me tar baby and little black sambo. Black kids. My own race despised me. I would go home crying to my Dad.
    Daddy would gather me in his arms comforting me by saying the Blacker the Berry the Sweeter the Juice. If the berrys too light it has no use.
    Today as I knock on 60s door I’m grateful for all this Melanin which has most of my coworkers thinking that I’m 40! LOL! I got the last laugh!

  2. I’ve been thinking about this very recently, about how I cannot change the perception of others. I’ve developed this complex of rejection in my adulthood and it just seems to be getting worse as I am realizing, a faith-led life is non-conformist and “weird.” But God is concerned with how we can love those who reject us. If this is our goal, then there will be peace. πŸ’œ

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