Black and White Love

We reach a place and time in life that we are forced to chose between black and white...literally. We can no longer ride the fence between two worlds. Colorblindness is bestowed on the young...the aged see even the slightest variations. We are criticized by members of each "side" if we find love in a place unexpected. Why must this be? Love is sacrificed because of such choices. What a beautiful world this would be with acceptance. Will we ever see acceptance? We would rather force one another into a safer place, than allow them to live and love of free will. We are encouraged to stay within our own race, look the same, live the same...do and be as your ancestors once did. Walk the same walk, talk the same talk. What then of us that found love in a different place, and turned our back on it to fit in? It does not work. We never do fit in.

day one

The courage to write it all down...I hope I find that.

Have you seen the movie "Jerk?" "I was born a poor black man..." when in fact the character was white. The movie pokes fun at a white boy that was raised by a black family, and comes to identify as one of their family members, until coming to the realization that he, in fact, is not black. He will never be black...despite his deepest desire to be just that...to blend in with his family. To have rhythm, to sing well, to speak with a certain sweet southern drawl...all of the stereotypes, he aimed to fulfill them.

I am this person. Well, not exactly. I am a girl, I was raised by my biological white family, I can dance and sing with the best of them, and when surrounded by certain peers, my "drawl" surfaces without effort or intent. But the person, inside, we are the same.