To that woman,
I saw you. I saw you elbow your husband when we sat down. I saw you stare a hole through the woman that was trying to have a family dinner with the two of us. I saw you laugh. I saw you talk. I smiled at your daughter who made a point to look at us. I held back hurt. I held back mean words. I also held back the basket of chips I wanted to throw at your table. I’m not oblivious to racism. I’ve sadly prepared myself for that. What’s even more sad is that he is the most gentle, kind hearted, loving man I’ve ever met & he will constantly have to try to prove himself because he chose me. I don’t give a rats how old you are, how your generation was raised, or where you grew up. WHERE in your upbringing did someone corrupt you so badly that you believe a skin tone sculpts someone’s morals? “It hurts the children.” You’re right it does. It’s not my kids that’s hurting though. It’s the kids having to be raised by people like you.
And to the next person who tries my life: I’m not holding back the chips.
Credit : Kayla Cofield.