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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.

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Date: 7/31/2020 3:09:00 PM
As I have written before, children do not care about skin colour, only that another child is fun to be with! Skin colour is only frosting on a cake and it is the cake that matters. I was banned from the Biloxi/Gulfport bus system for offering a pregnant woman my seat; who would leave a pregnant woman standing on a bus? America is a strange place! Aloha! Rico
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/1/2020 1:20:00 PM
Stranger every second
Date: 7/30/2020 4:56:00 PM
It should be all about kindred spirits, and in you I have found one in your writings. Love the inner depth of your poems and this is another delight, hugs
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/31/2020 2:12:00 PM
Thank you so much Reggae. I appreciate it!
Date: 7/30/2020 1:44:00 PM
Well written Caren, you're right, it shouldn't matter what skin colour a person is, it's whats in their heart that counts. Tom
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/31/2020 2:12:00 PM
That is exactly right! It is truly what matters,
Date: 7/30/2020 12:58:00 PM
Hi Caren, I’ve always known that skin color was a thing. However, I know for certain It wasn’t when I was a toddler. At that age I could careless what color you were. I long for a world when we all can recognize that we’re apart of the human race( go back in time of the toddler mindset). Am I saying I want to young again? ( Yes lol) No,I want us all to go back in time when race didn’t matter. Where we embrace each other no matter what skin we were in. I can a bit long winded sometimes. Great job. Have a wonderful day:-) Alexis
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/30/2020 1:19:00 PM
I love it that you stopped by for this little chat. I had to write it because it was on my heart, and when that happens I have no choice. God forces me to throw it onto a page. I am glad you liked it.