Race – My marriage to pain

Because of the color of my skin, you say my life doesn’t matter.

Because of the color of my skin, you avoid talking to me face to face.

Because of the color of my skin, you can’t see me.

Because of the color of my skin, you say I am not entitled to anything.

Because of the color of my skin, you treat me like dirt.

Because of the color of my skin, you think I am not intelligent.

Because of the color of my skin, you think I ‘m uneducated.

Because of the color of my skin, you belittle, berate, discriminate, hate, and want to break me.

Because of the color of my skin, you want to kill me.

Because of the color of my skin, you wish my kind would disappear from the earth.

Because of the color of my skin, I will rise.

Because of the color of my skin, I will shout from the highest mountain.

My life does matter, and you will never break me.

I am stronger and wiser.

I am beautiful and free.

I am worthy of life.

I am intelligent and educated.

I will no longer be chained and silence.

Because of the color of my skin, you seem to have forgotten

We all come from dirt.

We all bleed the same color blood.

We all have the same internal body parts.

We all will return to dirt once we die.

You are my brothers and sisters regardless of the color of my skin.

God created all of us.

We all are his children.

We all are the same, just different skin shades.

The next time we cross paths, you will know who I am because of the color of my skin.

P.S my brothers and sisters never believe you are weak, worthless, not love, or wanted.

Our heavenly father created each of us to be Priceless.

Today, while I was shopping at Costco warehouse. An older woman approached me and said the following “I just wanted you to know that your life matters. God created all of us the same. We all are his children. I thought so should know that” When she finished, I said to her Thank you, and your life matters too. We all are God’s Children.

It took courage for her to stop me and say something like that. I know it came from her heart.

My heart is heavy. There is so much going on in the U.S and around the world. People are rioting, stealing, and destroying property in the name of George Floyd. They are using this man’s death as an excuse to be destructive. I understand protesting; the people need to have their voices heard.

I do not understand the violence. Why are people burning down businesses, looting, or even taunting the police? Why are you destroying and stealing from your community? Where is the logic? We have lost so many lives due to violence.

Racism is a major problem we have dealt with for generations. We can not fight violence with violence. We will never solve anything as long as people are feeding and fueling the violence.

We are still in the middle of a pandemic. Please wear your masks and gloves while protesting. We do not need to add more deaths to the count already.

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Color of my skin

June 1, 2020