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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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