I feel the need to say again and again that you are not made up of a color, that you cannot be summed up by your skin.  There is more to you and this is a lesser part.  Of all that God is created on your body, still we focus on the layer that covers it all.  Still, we are not interested in going deeper, intrigued by what we do not know about ourselves.  While there is much that is unknown in outer space, there is more to be explored in our inner space.  Don’t you want to see who’s underneath?

And this is a meaning imagined for you are not socially colored beige, black, brown, red, yellow or white.  This is not even the real you.  Race does not even come close to being you.  Don’t you want to know who you are?  Don’t you want to meet her/ him?  How sad it would be to live as a stranger, never meeting one’s self.

But, this does not have to be.  We need only wiggle around a little.  Question race a little.  Just ask one question and the box that it holds you will immediately feel differently.

We have become comfortable with the social positions of race, used to its creases, the folds, the ways in which we were prepackaged to fit.  We only know how to think of ourselves within the confines of race. Nevertheless, I hope that we would begin to live a life that breaks the seal.

Don’t allow race to box you in or to box you up.  Push back.  Create dents.

Don’t buy into the illusion that this category, this box is neater, safer and allows for easy identification and belonging.  A box is a box.  It is for purposes temporary.  A box is used for storage, often times when moving from one place to another.  Well, where are we going with race?

And when do you plan to arrive?  Open yourself up to the possibility of life without race.  Shake off the dust of its history.

Open your mouth and you will open the box.  Don’t say what fits but go where there is room for you.  Let me warn you.  You’ll need to loosen up.