In fifth grade, I had two favorite songs. “You Ain’t Woman Enough” by Loretta Lynn and “Color Blind” by En Vogue.
I never claimed to be normal.
In my after school drama class, we did a unit on lip syncing, and I performed “Color Blind.” I knew every word and I’m sure I thought I had smooth dance moves as well. That song exemplified what I believed about race as a small child.
There are two reasons I don’t want to be color blind when it comes to race. The first is aesthetic. I was walking through the grocery store this week and passed a woman picking up her shopping bags. When she stood and faced me, I noticed she was Asian.
People are just beautiful, aren’t they?
Women with dark skin, their hair natural or fixed in braids and swirls and loops … Men the color of earth and clay, with feathers and leather, dancing at the White Buffalo Pow Wow I attended a few years ago … Eyes slanted and thin or wide and round … lips full and pouty or cupid bow shaped … arms and legs and cheeks in every color of wood or chocolate or earth …
I love how God created people. Like an artist with new paints, He wanted to use every color, and I am so grateful He did.