by Brenda Payne Whiteman
I love my blackness
Good to know who I am
Hailing from my parents’ and ancestors’
Nurturing, strong and proud
I face a cold world
When pain is inflicted
With words that cut into my heart
Sharp as a knife
By looks that burn a hole in my soul
I feel invisible at times in a sea of whiteness
By those encaged in bold, cocky entitlement
Basking in their reality
I have news
The world does not revolve
It revolves around us all
We all share this planet
As human beings
Who laugh, cry, and bleed the same red
No one is more supreme than you or me
We all have something to give
Brenda Payne Whiteman is an aspiring children’s picture book writer and a member of the New Jersey chapter of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. She is a parent, age 58.
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