I recently had the amazing opportunity to write a post for my friend’s blog. You should check out her blog and read her posts as well as the other guest bloggers’ work that will continue to be posted. This aspect of her website focuses on the “political unrest that has unfortunately become a sort of norm for the U.S.” Carolyn is doing an amazing and beautiful thing and she is hoping to inspire and encourage young people, especially those of color with a message of hope, love, and life. Check out her website by clicking the link below.
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“Shaded Magnolia” featured on Radically Carolyn’s website.
Colors blend into invisibility and then shrouds into a cloud of black smoke that is me. I am the danger rushing forward into the lungs of people whose only fear is that the complete totality of my being is unknown, unpredictable, and strangely dark.
As a 22 year-old woman whose grown up surrounded by the rich and unfortunate history of Mississippi, race has followed me. I am aware of the tone of my melanin and how it beams in a sea of light and I am the blemish, the stain in a bouquet of white magnolias. I can count the moments in my short life I’ve experienced the rage of racism, the uncomfortableness in a booming room that suddenly becomes silent when I walk in, and the disdain thrown in my direction for choosing to eat at restaurant with my family and yet, in it all I see beauty.
There a distinct quality to the beauty forged in the fire of pain. Pain is only a vehicle that allows growth to begin and continue to strive. I say this only because of the beauty I see in myself and because of what I’ve experienced. When I think of the struggle many people of darker skin face I marvel at the strength that has been upheld in the visage of sheer hatred, rage, and indignant pride. It is so easy to be afraid and to cower, but I think of the centuries of turmoil so many before me faced and I realize that I no longer need to cower, nor should I. To be made to feel inferior because of what one’s skin looks like goes against God’s intent for humanity. Psalms 139 puts to rest every comment, every open stare, or look of disgust. David, the psalmist writes, “you made all the delicate inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born”.
It is amazing to know that God created me and every other single person. When one is able to marvel at that fact, racism dims in light of who God is and his intention for humanity. The difference in skin tone, hair texture, and every other single little intricacy are all God’s workmanship. To understand the intrinsic value of that, has to be worth something.