May 15, 2021
today is wash day and as i stand bare in front of the bathroom mirror i can see the younger version of myself crying over how badly she wished to be white.
i can see her dragging her small fingers through the matted nest of hair. wishing it would fall loosely on her shoulders as she read in books.
in her eyes are the reflection of her nan, sitting. a single tear racing down her cheek. watching silently her granddaughter begin to hate herself. she sits and she watches.
but then i blink.
and it’s just my reflection looking as dazed and ashamed as i feel.