hat does it mean to be a person of color? I don’t think it should really mean all that much because my skin is the least interesting thing about me. To some, my skin is a first impression. How can you tell anything about me based on the color of my skin? I don’t want to be seen as just a person of color. When you only see me as a person of color, you are not seeing my humanity. You are not seeing me as someone like you.
Just like you, I have a family. I am a mother to my daughter. I am a daughter, and granddaughter. Just like you, my family is the most important. It’s hard to see me as a mother, daughter, and granddaughter if you only see me as a person of color.
Just like you, I am a friend. I am very fortunate to have a close-knit circle of people who I cherish very much. Now, if you only see me as a person of color, you wouldn’t see me as a friend.
Just like you, I have someone I love. If you only see me as a person of color, you wouldn’t see me as a lover.
Just like you, I am kind. I do everything in my power to reach out, stay connected and offer my help to those who need it. It’s hard to see me as kind if you only see me as a person of color.
I feel pain, just like you. I too, feel sorrow, sadness, and grief. If you only see me for my color, you wouldn’t recognize me as someone who feels such pain.
When we only see what’s on the outside, we fail to understand there is more within each other. When we only see what’s on the outside, we become blind to our humanity. Just like you, I am a mother, a friend, lover, kind, and someone who feels pain. Just like you, I am more than meets the eye. Just like you, I am human. Just. Like. You.
