When I changed my Facebook cover to this passport picture of mine from when I five years old today, I didn’t expect so many of my friends to react and somehow connect with this wide-eyed, sweet version of me.
But don’t for a moment think that it’s all sweetness and pigtails. It never was, not even back then. Very early on, I became aware of the world’s inequities. It was evident that boys and girls were treated differently; that some have it better than others; and that we all bear responsibility for one another.
“If one man can destroy everything, why can’t one girl change it?
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I suppose this shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone who knows me.
To know me is to know that this quality of sweetness I posses can burn. The truth is this: the sense of justice that drives me requires me to see and sense the pain and suffering that surrounds us borne from injustice and inequity that hold so many people back in life.
If I had a superpower, it would come from this quality of sweetness and sense justice that grounds me like roots do and draw me like the moon to the tides. And if I had to give my superpower a name it would be a sweetness that burns.
It has lived in me from as far back as I can remember. You can see it in my picture from way back. The question is, can you see it in this picture of me right here?