April 15, 2005
There you are, intent on making the right impression because you don’t want to cause offense (and not get invited back): so you try to remember your manners (or else your parent’s shame will haunt your dreams forever) and try not to make the friend who extended the invite in the first place regret their kindness.
But you are always going to be on uncertain ground when your teeth and eyes are as white as mine are.
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I am a marvel…
No really, I am.
This is not about me being big headed or anything, I am just acknowledging the wondrous creation that I am.
I was born to a people whose first blessing was in the colour of their skin. And my parents taught me to accept and love my colouring and to strive to live my dreams despite the restrictions that others would attempt to bind me with through it.
They gave me pride in my complexion then sent me out into the weird and wonderful places of the world: like Czechoslovakia (before they separated) – and Newcastle!
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