I saw the potter's row of clays arranged from the brightest to the darkest,all beautiful all uniquely true. My soul drifted and stirred towards the brightest clay as it called to me, whispering promises untold and the potter knew, he smiled as he crowned me with his brightest gift as I was moulded
Carried in a pouch of fluid, I struggled to break free to flaunt my skin, the world out awaited me, remembering the potter's smile, I struggled harder towards a smile unseen I wanted from the world, I wanted it all .
I finally open my eyes to my new world, the world that would compliment my glow,I starred at my deliverer in the eye and I giggled, a laughter, a sound foreign to me as I tried to imitate my potter's sound, but the doctor stared unwavering, stiff and slightly petrified as he struggled to break a stiff smile and placed me in my Mother's arm who looked as confused and in awe, I felt her struggle of acceptance as she smiled,' I brought a unique one' she said, my giggle finally breaking her jar of doubt and confusion she wanted to nurse rather than me.
Fast forward outside my shield my parents had cocooned me in, I was introduced to the society, I didn't quite expect the reaction that drowned me, I was considered an outcast without fault, I was looked at with scorn with so much sympathy, my hair was too bright so was my skin, I wasn't just like them, I could be spotted miles away. They defined me by my skin, they sealed my fate with a stare and theories of how I became.
But I smile , Why? Because the potter's told me something before I came, a distant memory but an implanted conscience. He said people would try to dim my glow, because they've not seen anyone as bright as divine as I, they would be scared and in utter confusion, they would try to scar me but my skin doesn't define me. My glow is a reflection of my soul, my footprint would be brighter than most, because my soul was bright not just my skin.
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