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Oct 2014
I don't remember when I finally figured out
that racism is real. But when I was much younger,
I think I was somewhat uneasy with how
the white girls
were always the prettiest because
we saw them on TV,
having adventures
in pink dresses.

Of course one had to wonder
where one could see himself or herself
on a TV screen without being made
a secondary character; a black
Shadow.
I've recently become aware that my skin colour is kind of a Thing. And I should probably start thinking about what that Thing means. The point is, as much as many of us would like it to be, skin colour isn't Nothing and we can't all always just exclaim 'but we're all human beings!'
Tawanda Mulalu
Written by
Tawanda Mulalu  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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