I noticed all the differences, between myself and my friends.
- How could I not, I mean there were so many. But the lesson to be learned is that the differences between us didn’t change our friendship. The differences didn’t make us less likely to be friends. The differences didn’t keep us from having a good time. Similarly, when you look at me, it is okay to notice I am black. I mean, after all, how could you not notice all this gorgeous brown skin I take such great care to keep smooth, soft and healthy. Noticing my color does not make you a racist. Noticing my color does not make you a bad person. It makes you observant. It makes you a human being. It makes you someone I can respect. If you are looking are looking at me and do not see the color of my skin, I wonder what else about me you do not notice. Do you miss the fact that I am a cheerleader who will work to help others achieve their dreams? Do you miss the fact that I have a strong sense of empathy and want to see others happy? Do you miss that I will give up all I have to make my husband and children happy? Do you miss the fact that I am a master knitter? Do you miss the fact that I like to read so much, I never leave the house without something to read? While you are busy missing or not noticing my color, what else are you missing?
I am a black woman, and my pretty brown skin is a part of who I am. It is not all I am, but it is a part of who I am. So, the question for you this serene day is, are you hurting or helping when you don’t notice all of who I show to the world?