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PLEASE SEE ME
My name is Kadon, and I’m just a little boy.
Like all little boys, I eat, I drink, I sleep, I cry.
I feel pain when I scrape my knees riding my bike —
it hurts, it bleeds, the blood is red, just like yours.
I get hungry and eat the things other little boys eat —
mac ’n’ cheese, waffles, and of course, I love apple juice too, just like you.
I drink water when I’m thirsty, and I sleep when I’m tired.
I cry when I’m sad.
I like playing video games on my iPad.
I like watching Star Wars and Larva shorts.
I like dancing hip-hop and R&B with my mom and Zedeem.
I like riding on my dad’s back and squealing with joy when he swings me around.
I have a family that loves me.
I love me.
And I love my friends.
I have eyes and ears and a head.
I walk on feet and hug with my arms.
I have feelings.
I am human.
My skin is beautiful — it keeps me warm.
But it is Black, probably unlike yours.
Yet it is my skin. It is not my sin.
Please see me.
