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Call Me By My Name

I never liked labels. Early on, our mother taught us to call people by their names, a principle she learned through her personal experience with teasing and through someone she loved.  During my mother’s childhood, people teased her about her “skinny legs.” She shared her disappointment with her father. Then, he shared his story of […]

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The Color of My Skin

  Throughout my years, I tried to make sense of nonsense, The color of my skin took prevalence over my born innocence, What a burden to carry even as a child, That the color of my skin would get people so riled, It is still a wonder to me, Some hearts filled with animosity. Purposed […]

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