Alessandra G.

And her words would hang there, like a dirty dishrag, for quite some time.
 

I dug through my drawers in search of sunshine.
Leaves lost in my hair, and chlorine clinging to my shoulders and clothes. Stubborn, despite a run through the wash.

You said You are not white like me,
And I could tell that you meant no harm.
It's within me that I hurt. Because I should never have felt ashamed of this,
but I did.

You said Do you have brown pride?

I didn’t mean to do it. I wasn’t planning on lying that day, but that pesky cat ruined it all for me. I was helping an old woman clean out her basement. Sure, I was getting paid, but I still enjoyed working for her. It gave me some purpose.

I was always a writer, but I didn’t always write.
I have forever craved to do so, but not the way I do now, with an eagerness for others to hear my words

My feet, the curious wanderers that balance my body.
My clumsiness sometimes overbearing, but they try their best to
Drive me through my every destination, every hurried scuff against the ground when I realize
I am running late.