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Black, White & Read All Over

BLACK because the colour of my skin ...although, I always told my Mom I was really¬† brown... How often did I get judged by how I looked? How is that fair for anyone? WHITE they called me an Oreo black on the outside white on the inside although delicious, the word stung my heart shrank… Continue reading Black, White & Read All Over

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Truth #5: Your Dreams are Small

Your parents did it. Perhaps your father placed a hand on your mother's belly, and dreamed of your cherub face. Or perhaps they prayed over your picture, waiting for all the paperwork to clear, so they could finally bring you home. They dreamed... of doctors, lawyers, missionaries, world changers. And you have too... - of… Continue reading Truth #5: Your Dreams are Small