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
A Poet's Vision 
Yes. π
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You name your beauty and it covers you like stars.
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Maren, I really like this (great thoughts to chew on) π
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indeed blessings to you Isabella π
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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!
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indeed you look very young beautiful Dancingpalmtrees π
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God bless you and have a wonderful day!
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thank you and you as well
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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. π
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yes indeed well said write on π Gospel Isosceles …
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