I will never apologize for my kinky hair or toasted bagel-brown complexion or full lips. I am not ashamed of where I was raised or who raised me. My self-worth is not my credit score. My struggle is not a badge of honor.
My perception is COLORED.
I love because I choose to; not because a religion forces through fear. I vote because I will do my part to create change, not as a Republican, Democrat or African American.
My belief is COLORED.
My strength is generational. My survival instinct is ancestral. My relationship with God determines my freedom.
Money, clothes, houses and land, Status, rank, position or degree. Does not define me.
Caribbean, Irish, African, Floridian… Southern, Urban, Cultural or Royalty Paints my portrait.
My legacy is COLORED.
I will no longer minimize my talent, intelligence or power to fit in. I will no longer accept racial, homophobic and discriminatory behavior. I belong to the human race; not an ever-changing box to be checked.
I am alive and living COLORED.
About the Creator
MaSu
I see life and people at many angles to embrace my creativity and ignite diversity. I write to motivate all of us to step into our greatness so we can boldly build a strong and resilient community that will change our footprint.
Letter to my Soul Brother
Last year I went into the desert for a Vision Quest, with my soul Brother Christian Oliver. Unfortunately he died in January after the plane where he was travelling crashed in the Caribbean with her two daughters. I wrote this letter that today I share with you all .
By Gabriela Ana / Luz Infinita4 days ago in Poets
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