Black and White

I have never seen people according to their color. Somehow I was born blind to the surface differences between myself and others. I think this has to do alot with the fact that I myself was judged based on my appearance for so many years that I made it a point to ignore the outward and throw away the cover of the book and look deeper into the contents. However, I have found the cover of those "unlike" me to be fascinating. Intriguing.

Growing up in a private school I had many "black" friends. I couldnt be more "white". It seemed the black kids understood me more. They seemed more accepting, more loyal. I know that we cannot judge an entire race based on few experiences. So, I decide not to judge at all.

When I was a little girl I made a check list of what my dream man would be. My friends and relatives would read it and ask "what will he look like?" I had no idea. I didnt have an idea. Blonde hair, brown or black. Blue eyes, green, hazel or brown. I would close my eyes to imagine this man but all I would find is emotions. Never a picture.

Well, "the" man has come into my life. He has brought color to my life and vibrancy to my spirit. He has made my life richer and added depth. His skin color is the sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes on. Rich, deep mocha skin, so soft, like velvet.

My sons skin color also leaves me amazed at how precise God designs us. His skin is a smooth, caramel color, silky like satin.

Than there is me. My skin is porcelain, creamy, like condensed milk, supple like a babies skin.

So many people make it all about black and white but what about all the shades in between and more so, what about all the heart behind every shade? I say often that I am not in love with a black man. I am in love with a man named Eli. More defines him than his color and I hope and pray that more defines me as mine.

He is so beautiful, his soul, his soul is breathtaking!