Shrugs

I don't even know how to feel about what others are feeling sometimes, but I will live, I suppose
All I know is that I'm friendly, I'm me, I love to read, and I'm dark.
Heck, I'm not even that dark. But I guess I'm a tad dark for some people's likings
How and why does my darkness offend you?
That makes me sad.
And what do I tell the kids, and their kids, about their skin - a beautifully perfect hue of the prettiest shade of brown?
That, no matter how dignified becoming and smart you know you are, you're not liked, not because of something you have done on purpose, but because someone's label has made you undesirable or repulsed.
And it's more of their loss, really, to have missed out on loyalty, and camaraderie, deep conversation and gentle spirits that are genuine and righteously seek uplifting and empowerment.
I can teach them that beauty is in all shades. Not only that, it lies in a person's spirit, especially when they're in their purpose.
Grow each other, babies.
That's my life lesson, no matter how turned off some may be with me or life.
Shrugs and carries out