When I sing, I don't want them to see that my face is black. I don't want them to see that my face is white. I want them to see my soul. And that is colorless.
Marian Anderson
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A hand
grabs her
as she
exits the
bathroom.
A boy,
no older
than herself,
looks at
her in
concern.
"You okay?"
He asks.
She nods
and tries
to tug
out of
his grasp.
He rolls
his eyes
and declares,
"I know
that you
aren't okay.
And am
pretty sure
that I
know why.
You've been
trying to
tear your
skin out,
hide your
eyes, straighten
your curls.
It's truly
terrible how
our society
has affected
someone like
you."
"Someone like
who? I
am nobody."
She says.
"You are
more than
what you
give yourself
credit for.
You are
a beautiful
woman.
Your skin
is the
color of
creamy chocolate,
your eyes
a beautiful
sleeping gold
that only
wakes in
the sunlight,
your hair
an adorable
mess of
obsidian curls.
You are
also kind.
You are
also smart.
You are
also shy.
Your looks
do not
define who
you are.
You
define who you are. "
"Why are
you telling
me this?"
"Because I
hate how
society conditions
us how
to see beauty.
Beauty is
in the
soul. And
the soul
is colorless."
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