I live black everyday.

Black History month begins today and the world takes special care to recognize the leaders of yesterday for a brief 28 well 29 this year, but for us that live black everyday, we remember always. We coexist in this world that speaks of equality; quick to push us back into reality; when the leader of the free world looked just like me, a shade to dark for them to see. I grew up in an environment in which color we did not see; a gift and a curse. It allowed me to see the beauty of all people, but failed to prepare me for a world so cold. A world that can not see the purple in her ebony skin, or that his paleness is damn near white. Can't you see the yellow in his tone or why they call her red bone? Pretty Brown eyes over there is as carmel as can be, but all you see is black, so you miss the beauty in me.