The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

If people asked me how I see myself, I would have to say I see myself as a human being; my skin color should not define.

It’s sad and difficult to believe that as a country, we are still being looked at by the color of our skin and nothing more, and what’s even worse is that sometimes even the color of your skin doesn’t matter.

What matters is someone needs to get the job done, and as long as it gets done, no lives matter.

Wrong is wrong no matter how anyone tries to paint it; it’s wrong to be looked at just by someone’s skin color and not being looked at as a human being but as an animal because of the color of your skin.

We as a country have fought long and hard, so we as people could and would not be looked down on upon our skin color or because we are minorities in this country.

It seems as if we have forgotten the struggles that we have gone through to be seen as human beings and nothing more because now we are seriously digressing back to colorism instead of just being human beings to one another.

Color is not who I am.
Color only covers my body, but it does not define who I am or who I should be in this world.
My color means strength, not discrimination.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis