researching my roots

i'm the whitest person i know. i mean literally, my skin is so white it's almost translucent. and for my World Religions presentation and paper i'm researching Rastafarianism. the first thing i learned about it? white men are the sons of satan. direct quote from rastafarian.net. hmmm. i'm either a glutton for punishment or...i'm a really big bob marley/lauryn hill fan or...in my little suburban, slightly white trash neighborhood i wondered what it would feel like to be so connected to a group, to feel a kindredness with others based only on our only barely similar looks and parellel encounters with intolerance and bigotry. i wondered what i'd do with my hair--braids twisted into cool shapes? dreads? 'fro? right now i'm in my 'fro stage. this is the time of life i'd live in jeans, jean jacket and a big ole 'fro (think byoncé's in Goldmember). I wondered what i do if i was rejected based on my color, instead of on my personality. maybe i'd be more confident, more certain the exclusion was based on something i couldnt help instead of the sinking feeling that they had gotten to know me and didnt like me.

then again, maybe i just needed a subject for my paper.

- on 2003-02-03 at 7:16 p.m.

wilted - blooming