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Delicate, and complicated.
You could just brush your hand across my face ever so sweetly; Yet, it reminds me of something he did. It may not necessarily be the mean thing he did. It could have been with his other hand, or something. But still, your gesture takes me back, just for the *flash* of a moment.


Nov. 23rd, 2012 03:25 am (UTC)
The horrible scars that cannot be erased or obscured. To those who live on the outside of such reality, they could never truly understand. The way I can make sense of it is how my loved ones were killed left and right. For much of my life, i was taught that white people are the worst people ever because of this and that. However, I was scared of my own kind because they are the ones I see that caused me pain and caused my friends pain. For a long time I wasn't able to fully interact with another black person that I didn't already know. I know some aren't attempting to do anything, but I automatically become cautious around them. Today, I'm not as cautious as I use to be. My anger, and cautious feelings are now spread among every race because I know that every color out there can be degenerate.
Nov. 25th, 2012 03:50 am (UTC)
Okay..My flashbacks are much different, because after you make up your mind to let others show you who they are instead of going with your preconceived notions, you are relatively freed of your bias. I can make up my mind to love someone, yet my body can override this decision because of a simple modest gesture that shouldn't be wrong to me. It isn't wrong to me. I can sometimes be so confused as to what made me feel so violated by an acceptable display of touch. I can implicitly trust the person, yet instantly feel invaded by something completely innocent they do.

Edited at 2012-11-25 04:00 am (UTC)
Nov. 25th, 2012 07:25 am (UTC)
Ok I see a clearer picture now. When I try to imagine myself in such a predicament, the feeling cuts deep


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