A lesser road

The Lesser Road

I walk a different path to you.

There’s some vulnerability in my words and honesty embedded between them. I can’t claim for it to be the truth, but it’s my truth and one which I’ve come to know and acknowledge. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes unintentionally. I’ve developed somewhat of a thick skin. A form of resilience. Of durability. One which I once had a distaste for. Not for it but my need for it. Something which has now become a thing I value and appreciate.

I’ve grown to become increasingly aware that my brown skin makes me a target, my image problematic and my name, difficult. As if, instinctively, it incites an imprudent thought/reaction from some. Recognisably, a large “some”. A response they were conditioned to form. Wherever that conditioning was learnt from.

The vast majority of us make judgements based on previous understandings and simply embrace the comfort that familiarity brings. I don’t think it’s a secret to say that many embody this way of thought.

Do I blame them (people/us) for this? No, not necessarily.

We’re constantly embedded in a world so engrossed in disparities, inconsistencies, differences, inequalities. Searching for something to hold onto, that seems/feels/is accustomed and comfortable for us.

But what if you were made to feel less, because of these disparities and differences. That somehow, whilst surrounding yourself with people who come from all walks of life, your path is made to feel different. On a lesser road. On the other side of the park. Reiterating this existential disunion. Reaffirming the notion of “I and them”.

The same disunion that existed;

In school at 10, yet to discover the world but already discovering her worth.

During class at 14 being told it’s odd that I have a British accent, as though something different was expected from me.

At 16, when my name couldn’t be remembered but truth is, they never learnt it in the first place.

It’s as though, my values/ethic/sense of being and living isn’t enough. 

Now imagine me, at twenty pursuing a degree at university. Gripping the idea that laying low and fitting it was the way forward, but instead sanctioning the reality that my differences were painted with one colour, and others different. Our canvas looks the same but mine is stained, whitewashed, discoloured. Or allowing the continuation of others making rash judgements about who/what I am, where I’ve come from and where I intend to stay.

Or reading an article online about a terror attack, by people who may share the same skin tone, or maybe he/she/they had a similar ring to their name as myself, and feeling a sense of dread. Of anger. Of shame. Of fear. Not because I have anything to do with them or it*, but because my image has once again become problematic, my brown skin a target and my name, difficult. Urging me to continue searching for ways in which I can convince others that I’m not them. Nor are they a representation of me. In many ways, in different situations, over and over.

That’s the path I’m made to walk. The lesser road. On the other side of the park.

Reiterating this existential disunion. Reaffirming the notion of “I and them”.

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*it hurts me to still have to justify/defend myself

Faye x

 

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20 thoughts on “The Lesser Road

  1. I can relate to you entiredly… people think that racism is sth that only happens because of your skin…it goes far beyond as you say. It makes you grow a thick skin and the need to create awareness. Because we all deserve respect kindness and equality regardless our ethnicity or gender
    Absolutely well written and first hand your blog is a fresh & positive approach to a deep wound in society!

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    1. I’m sorry you can relate to it too. Very true, of course as I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone, I’ve grown as a person because of it, in many ways that I’ve not yet discovered. I completely agree, we should live in unity – or at least make more of an effort to do so. Thank you so so much x

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  2. I love this post! It really annoys me how narrow minded some people can be in this day and age. No two people are the same and no one should be tarred with the same brush. At the end of the day we are all human. I’m sorry you have to battle against these small minded people each day but keep doing you! Xx

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    1. It’s really frustrating to have to constantly try to convince others. Surprisingly (or, not so) there are so many narrow minded people within society, it’s shocking! Thank you so much for reading it and taking the time to comment – I appreciate it xx

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  3. This seriously broke my heart. You are extremely strong and you are worth so much more than anyone will let you believe. Unfortunately, we live in a very unforgiving and cruel world these days. I hope you find those people who make you feel like you are above your outward appearance… because you are.

    Much love xx
    Kimberly
    http://www.lifeofkimberly.com

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    1. Thank you so much, Ashleigh!! I really appreciate that. And no need to say sorry, you’ve not done anything wrong ofc. It’s just a shame that people as such do exist xx

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