HAN. A word we use to describe a strong , unexplainable feeling. If I could list a few things that might come close to slightly touching its meaning , I would state: Pain, suffering, wanting, pride..
There are two characters in this world who share this word .
They are the Asian males, and the Black Females. Truly the most misunderstood out of all characters in our Story book, called Life. Perhaps, it is our fate, or some might say destiny to follow this difficult path. Not to fall, but to get up and grow stronger. Perhaps we are the ones to fight the greater fight, while others may rest. Perhaps we are the ones who become the beacon of hope when others lose the light. Whatever it may, we sincerely walk a difficult path.
My fellow sisters, I truly understand what you go through in your life. Many might take my word as it is, the truth. However, Some may take it with skepticism. The easiest way for you all to understand is to explain my life , perhaps you may be able to relate to me.
Growing up, i couldn't stand myself. I saw absolutely no beauty in me... While I dumbfoundly sat in school, My mind would wander , looking only at the eyes of other kids. "how big his/her eyes are" I would say. "So much color in their eyes...such a beautiful shape" .
Has anyone taught me what beauty was? Has anyone explained to me what a beautiful eye looks like? YES! they have! Countlessly in the school yard, kids my ages would point and laugh. With little girls in the background grinning,and shouting out hurtful names... all because i had Almond shaped eyes, that it was a tad big smaller then theirs. How I dreaded my Brown, simple eyes... I remember sitting in my closet. Crying to myself, why , oh why was I born the way I was? Why did no one find me beautiful? Even the teachers who would come to my rescue looked like the very people that cursed me.
I lost my self daily, walking around morbidly, feeling inferior without an reason or cause. Just pitiful, and ugly in my own filth i felt..
I'd come home , wanting to escape my awful reality, then I would turn on the Tv. Only to find idiotic Asian men about my age now, prancing and dancing... making awkward noises of birds, and eyes seemingly more slanted for the sake of humiliating Asians. Orientals they called them , "people who are not like the west". I lost hope ladies and gentleman.. at such a young age, I lost beauty.
However, time surely did pass. Not as gently as some may have, but time surely did pass. What I gained was my God in heaven, who showed me over time the beauty in his creations. Everything in which he personally created , had reason, and purpose. My purpose was through my experience , shed some light . That , there IS beauty in Gods creations. Whether it be , Asian males, or black females, we have so much beauty in us if only we'd stop fighting amongst each other and start to realize it. No more can we waste our breath cursing one another, no more can we shout at our sisters, and our brothers and say You are not beautiful.
No sisters, you are beautiful. Walk slower, stand up straight and wear your smile with elegance and beauty. Beauty is there and we will send this message to our children, and to our children's , children.
Stay strong, elegance, and beautiful