TITLE: Many Colors
By stephanie erickson
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My name is Jennae, I am nine years old. I am standing in front of my large, oval mirror that is attached to my pretty, pink vanity and I wonder why God made my skin brown and my best friend Yasmin’s skin white. Mama says I ask lots of questions, and I have another one for her. I say, “Mama, why did God make our skin colors different?” Mama says, “Sweetie, God is an artist, and that is why we have so many different colors, because Artists like to express themselves through colors“.
People have different colors of skin, hair and eyes. Grandma says God made all the colors different on purpose. Pastor, says our different colors were meant to bless one another.
Some people are black. When I think of black, I think of…..
Camping with my family late at night looking up at the dark, mysterious universe, sprinkled with beautiful white stars. I snuggle in my dark blue sleeping bag, and stare at the light yellow moon until I fall asleep.
Some people are brown. When I think of brown, I think of…..
A cup of hot chocolate with tiny white marshmallows and my favorite chocolate chip cookies that I eagerly dunk into my yummy warm drink! I wrap myself in my favorite green blanket, snuggle in my bright red bean bag and think of the next time I get to enjoy a cup of hot chocolate.
Some people are yellow. When I think of yellow, I think of…..
The warm, sunshine high in the blue, sky with chubby, white clouds floating around. On a warm day like that I can’t wait to put on my yellow swimsuit, jump into a pool of light blue water and swim like I am a fish.
Some people are red. When I think of red, I think of……
Sitting by a warm, comfortable fire and roasting white marshmallows, with dark brown chocolate, and graham crackers to make tasty smores. I dance with joy around the fire in my red and black checkered jacket because I am having so much fun eating delicious treats.
Some people are white. When I think of white I think of…..
Snowflakes falling to the grown and covering the once brown and green mountains. I get to put on my blue mittens, black snow suit, and brown boots. I lay down on my back in the snowy delight and make snow angels!
I have thought much about what mama has said. Tonight when she tucks me in bed and kisses me sweetly goodnight; I think I will dream a special dream….a dream of many colors.
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