Last week I had a conversation with a friend
and without meaning to inspire me he reminded me,
“The whole point of language is to be understood”
I wrote that down on a piece of paper in hopes of saving it for later,
“The whole point of language is to be understood”…
It’s funny ’cause just a few weeks ago
this friend of mine was a stranger
And years before that, the English language was even stranger
For instance, I remember when I was a baby; I had my own
ways of communicating:
Cry if I’m hungry
Cry if I’m sick or scared
Laugh if I fall down
Or cry again if someone’s watching just to have them
pick me up and hug me
Since then, I’ve learned so many words to help others understand what I want
but sometimes the things we say
can turn into ghosts that haunt
the backyards and playgrounds
of our hearts
Maybe that’s why making new friends can be so hard
I get shy just giving people my name sometimes
because I’ve come to realize
I’m not so easily defined…
First of all,
I consider myself lucky. I have scars to remind me
there’s a survivor underneath all this skin
This skin, is a smooth rocky-road brown
bordered with train tracks reminding me of where I’ve been
and how I got here
This skin, holds me close
like it knows it’s got something good inside,
something too good to let go
I’ve got skin to keep me together when I feel
like my world’s falling apart
Hey, look- so do you
But just because yours ain’t the same as mine
don’t mean you should treat me any different
What I do with my hands is far more important
than the colour of skin they are wrapped up in
That’s like if I gave you a present and you spent more time
criticizing me for the way I gift-wrapped it
than noticing what I put inside
Take a look at what’s inside!
Don’t let all this skin I’m dressed up in fool you
I am human too
It is so cliché
to talk about how cliché it is to it is to say
to “Never judge a book by its cover”
But I bet the world be a much better place if we just opened up
and gave each other a chance to get to know one another
I have a story, I bet you do too
Britta B.
4 Comments
Such a lovely read! and like you, i too have a story one that im currently blogging about! :0)
Good! Keep sharing your story and sharing them smiles!
Wow, I love this, B. So powerful and inspiring.
Thank you
Thanks for reading, Jobin! See you soon (: