THESE ARE THE FEET OF MY CHILDREN

They are my children’s feet

One pair formed inside of my body, the other formed outside.

One pair looks like mine, the other does not. That doesn’t matter. Not to me or my family or friends, but it does to some.

That is a problem.

Both pairs belong to children who share equal parts of my heart-the whole of it.

One pair belongs to a child born into privilege, the other does not.

The fact that you would know exactly which is which tells me we still have a problem in this world.

When I hold the one child, no one seems to notice. When I hold the other, everyone seems to.

When I hold the one child, I’m just seen as a mother. When I hold the other, some see me as a hero.

This is a problem

I think the feet of my savior may just resemble the feet of one of my children. (Here’s a hint-they’re not like mine) and someday I’ll sit at those feet in adoration.

Some may have a problem with that-and that is a problem.

The broken pieces of this world would have these feet running toward one another, weapon in hand, in heart, on tongue, ready to fight one another. But these feet run towards one another so that my girls can embrace in our home, unaware of the ugliness out there. My hope is that the ugliness will die before they become aware of it. But I don’t know if this will be so.

"The beauty of anti-racism is that you don't have to pretend to be free of racism to be an anti-racist. Anti-racism is the commitment to fight racism wherever you find it, including in yourself. And it's the only way forward." -Ijeoma Oluo

Truth is, I think many of us still may have a little bit of this poison in the dark corners of our hearts. Some a lot more. Maybe because of how we were brought up, or even treated,

But God - please, light up those dark corners and heal us of that poison, it makes prisoners and victims of us all.

It’s not white vs black, it’s everyone vs racism.