Originally Posted by Sweft

For the past year now, I look out from my white body with a head hung in shame at the thought of what and where I came from. Sometimes, when surrounded by a community who I would not have spoken to a few years before, I can't speak. The guilt for what my people have done and continue to do eat at my words and the only thing I want to communicate is tears for the years of pain people like my family have caused.