Day 3: Skin Intolerance

A prose about Skin:

My skin….is tired.  My skin feels powerless.  There are people in this world, who have depleted my skin of its beauty, shine and luster and replaced it with sorrow, shame and insecurity.  My skin has seen it’s impact on this world, this cold world with a cold soul.  It brings fear unto those who misunderstand.  It brings disgust to those who just do not comprehend.  It brings unjust behavior to those who feel I am insignificant.  It bears distrust to those who see me as an animal and not an individual.  I cannot begin to describe how tiring it is to defend the honor of my skin; to educate those on the value I hold.  So many of us have to fight for our skin, to show that we are not animals, or ignorant beings.  One day I pray for the opportunity for people to look within and beyond my skin…because I’m not sure how much more it can take.



It’s not the street I usually go down, but for some reason, that day I turned down a different road.  Today of all days, this road caught my attention, more than it had in the past.  It was more appealing, more attractive, and more noticeable and I couldn’t take my focus off of it.  I felt like something was waiting for me here, down this road I usually never go down.  I felt like something was pulling me towards that road.  Something was there that I needed to see, something was there that I needed to explore.

It’s not like I hadn’t seen it before.  It has been there since the first day I went down this trail.  Every morning, I would walk my usual path, feeling the fresh air on my face, with a pep in my step and a song in my heart.  Every day I walked and walked, and each day I encountered this road.  The sun always shined there.  It could be raining on my path, but the sun shined brightly on this road.  You could see clearly down the road, as if it was never-ending.  There was a natural aura that you could feel at the head of the road, but being mesmerized by its beauty would cause you to stay frozen in your steps.  I never saw anyone on this road, so despite its unique qualities, I never gave it much of a thought.  Never gave it a second glance until today.  I was drawn to it; to its mystery and the thought behind what would life be like if I traveled down that road, instead of my usual trail.

I took one step onto the road, and looked around as if I had stolen a cookie from the cookie jar.  No one was watching, and nothing really happened.  I took another step, and still, nothing.  I began to start a slow and steady stride, taking a chance I never had before and exploring the possibility of a new adventure.  The more steps I took on the road, the more and more positivity I felt.  There was an energy about being on this road that clung to me like a last breath.  I continued to walk until the newness wore off.  Once I got comfortable, I picked up the pace, and even started to jog down the road.  It was truly indescribable!  I thought to myself “why hadn’t I chosen this path before?” I asked a question that I knew would not have an answer.

It wasn’t the street I usually go down, but for some reason, I turned down a different road.  That road made me feel just as happy, just as free, and just as normal as any other.  This road felt like home.