Skin Color Is a Thing

Until I got to college I had never heard the term black or white. Because I was not listening possibly, or more so that I never thought about it. Some people did not have freckles, I was envious of that. Some had curly hair. I was envious of that too. Some had height. I still dream of height; I think I always will. But skin color being a thing? This was a concept I had never thought of. I grew up with a white father whose best friend was Quig Kelley, a black man. We never thought of Quig as black; we thought of Quig as Quig. Quig had a loud laugh, and he and my dad liked to laugh a lot! If you would have told me Quig was a black man I would have laughed. Skin color was not a thing in my world. I was raised knowing that we are all God’s children. We are all humans. I did know that I was different than others. I felt paisley in a plaid world. I felt that I must have been adopted; I kept waiting to be told this was true. Because I did not fit in with anybody I knew. I did not have the same religion as my parents. I instantly knew what I instantly knew; and spirituality was my path. I believed in the ba and the ka without question when I studied Old Egyptian religion. I believed that we can communicate with the afterworld because I always have. Skin color being a big thing? I throw my head back and laugh like Quig and Daddy.