No matter what I do and say people’s perception of life will make them miss my point; who I am as a person, what I mean when I say something. It’s as if their perceptions trump any accuracy, it’s as if no matter what I say and do it will be attacked by their biases and stereotypes. Can you just accept me as I come to you; naked in mind and soul, giving you all types of seasons when you touch my heart. I can’t promise it won’t hurt, but I promise it will be worth it.

Rosa M. Betances