There are not enough soft places, people, to catch us when falling. To lift us broken.
I am not one. Not a soft place. I am shards of glass. Distorted images of selves held in calloused hands careful of fragile ends pretending to be fearless
You knew. And I am selfish for wanting you here so the world will be a bit more tolerable.
I hide from the real world on my doll page. Today someone posted a beautiful doll and noted she had normal skin. Because racism doesn’t exist (I know, sucka, I’m pretending. Dang!) in this world.
“What is normal skin?” Someone asked.
“I don’t understand either,” I chimed in. I’m giving the benefit of the doubt. There is scaled skin, raised creative skins, and nonhuman colors.
She hasn’t responded. Other commenters responded with examples from her other posts. Normal equals white skin. This means any other skin tone is abnormal… Yep. What year is it?
Even Deities Evolve 