The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

If the layers of my skin are the only thing people can force on, then it’s a strong possibility that people are not looking at me with the right eyes.

My skin is what covers my body.
My skin is very much and proudly of the Dominican decedent with some American afro blood running through my veins.
Don’t fear my skin.

Fear my intelligence.
Fear my strength with words and not with weapons.
Fear thy unknown parts, not because of my skin color but because I understand right from wrong.
The wrongdoing is judging anyone on skin color.
The right thing is to become color blind and allow people to reveal who they are without color.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis 🇩🇴