My name is Corrin I’m black with thick nappy hair and the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.
Everyone says it… ”Look at that smile.”
I know it only shines so bright because of my rich dark skin.
Yesterday it happened again.
Another man fell in love with me and I’m still trying to figure out how this happens but I’m not complaining because I love them.
Out of all the beautiful things that He created in this world, it was men.
The big ones are like moving freight trains, always carrying something on their back.
Food, a family, a business, finances, you get the point.
I really like the smart ones too because they keep you thinking all day long.
Unfortunately, they’re not always wise and mix up guessing and thinking.
We women don’t like to guess too much.
I could list them off all day long. The distinct types and what they have to offer but at the end of the day, I return to the same question.
Do you know how to love me? Not Emily or Anastasia, but me?
Can he make me laugh on the gloomiest of days, in the most troublesome situations?
Does he understand that just because I’m a dark-skinned girl doesn’t mean the only job I qualify for is maid?
Education suddenly becomes this momentous thing if you’re a dark skin girl. Admittedly, dark skin people do this to themselves.
Allowing education alone to define their self-worth and then society has a problem allowing us to deviate from the prison we built ourselves out of necessity.
Don’t be bothered by this statement. Education is good but that alone defining your value is very bad.
Especially if you’re in a situation that you can’t buy yourself that education. Then by worldly standards, you are worth nothing because you could not buy your identification.
I wonder if he’ll understand as a dark-skinned girl that I desire to have what most women have had at some point in their life or at some point over the generations.
A gift given to them just because they are human. Not because they are broken down to the point of no return or because they earned it through hard labor but just because They Are Loved.
We are loved, right? You love us right?
Clearly, something is broken if I see thousands of dark skin girls just like me pondering the same question, but I don’t really ponder this question much.
See it doesn’t matter at all if the world loves me because God loves me.
Ya know the owner and creator of all the Universe. That’s kinda big. In fact, it’s HUGE.
Before my Aunt Sophia died she told me that no man in the world can love you better and if God sends you a man in the flesh he will give you just what you need.
A safe haven, it is yours.
Your favorite color paint, you’ve got it.
You want me to love whom you love? It’s done before you said it.
If you ever fall ill He will call out to God to ensure your healing.
Your man will want you to speak out against injustice and abuse and never label you a rat.
Even better he will silence anyone who was trying to do harm to you because no one would dare touch His Queen, especially not him.
My Aunt Sophia was right about so many things. She’s the one who named me.
Corrin…
Her thoughts on God was the most important things that she left with me but she also taught me until he arrives and just in case he never does, take care of yourself the best you can.
Ladies
Ladies
Ladies
Take care of yourself the best you can.
Love,
Corrin
