Blackeneddagger part 2
“I am black and it was like I’m being stabbed everyday by my dark skin.”
My mother , was a strong dark woman to last until the age of 61 years old. She had no knowledge of anything. She was treated as the outcast of the BIOLOGICAL family. I noticed, sat there and watched , as certain members of my family would treat us like we were inferior due to their lighter or FAIR skin than us.
Still this day, nothing has changed.
As I go into this country , “China,” I go with complete humility and hopefully I can complete my journey, for a year in china, the land of Harmony.
My mother bleached herself in hopes of changing.
She could not deal anymore with the struggle and pain.
Living in a world that where justice would be claimed
I CAN BE SOMEBODY
Not because of the pigmentation of my skin or by how well I fall into assimilation
And the deprivation of my mind.
I CAN BE SOMEBODY…TOO
But don’t tell me about pain. I already know a few things. I will never play or be a victim of negativity.
So I give this blog , my spirit and sacred heart. As I say these words and recount record upon record of how dark skin is considered Taboo, and how the world looks at a person of poverty. Which, is seen as two daggers in life. The blood is cleared up, and the wounds have healed, but the scars remain.