Caramel, the colour of my skin. Hips full, lips plump. The way my skin glows in the sun like the reflection of a pure soul. My brown eyes become mesmerising in the sunlight. The beads sitting on my waist that sway to the confidence of my heart beat. Beads representing the culture my ancestors had before me. With a smile like a bright-eyed child, I can brighten your day. The smoothness of my back causes a stir in the depths of your soul.
I am a coloured girl, not yet a coloured woman because for me, life is sweet. No child clinging on to my legs, no responsibilities. For me, life is a blissful dream with endless possibilities. I can be whoever I want to be. I must walk with my back straight, and my head held high, that’s what she said. The coloured woman who birthed me, the who created a body for my soul. I still depend on her.
Her children no longer cling to her legs, and even though they tower over her, she commands attention, when she walks into a room. Unquestioned respect, she lights up our hearts with her words. Laughter follows her wherever she walks. She radiates beauty and confidence. I someday hope to be her, a coloured woman, because she is unafraid. Even though life is a beautiful dream, she gives me hope for the coloured woman I will become. She is my mother.
Inspire. Motivate. Empower.
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