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inheritance
"What is the first thing that people notice about you?" my friend asked me one time.
"Probably my brown eyes
and naturally fair skin," I said hesitantly to her.
She said I was blessed.
that God must have carved my face
with a steady, loving hand.
But what she didn’t know
was how much I hated my wide eyes.
I always wanted them to be blue or maybe green,
like the ones I saw on actors playing in movies.
I wanted the body my skin is trapped in
to be scrubbed and rubbed with bleach
until I’m paled enough.
She asked me once more.
"Where did you inherit them from? Is it from your mother or your father?"
"My father." Then I gave her a small false smile.
u/Few_Company_2483 — 9 days ago