Sometimes I forget this is my reality, but that can change in an instant. Someone says or does something. A line in a movie. Waking up in the middle of the night and realizing, after all these years, the hole your absence creates is still gaping.
The 'divide and conquer' tactic used by the colonial slave masters was so effective that it has trickled down to this very generation. How they have caused us to look down on the varying degrees of melanin in our skin, the textures of our hair, our countries of origin - by their words, attitudes, and actions; and how gullible we have been, in this part of the world we didn't choose, but where we have had to learn adapt to survive!
When someone we love, who we believe loves us back and has our best interest in mind, who we think would never intentionally hurt us, does something harmful to us that is so contrary to what love is, and to what safety is, our whole being - mind, body, heart - has to come to grips with it.
How it is that in the hottest month of the year, the trees are so beautiful and laden with fruit? Can I be like that? Even when I am being scorched by life's unfairness, and am thirsty from a lack of good things being poured into me, would it be possible for me to bloom and stand tall and be majestic?
