Fine China

December 28, 2014

One summer early morning

I felt something crawling on my back

But once again my dreadlocks found it's way out of the ponytail I made

My roommate was still sleeping

So I put on my slippers and I tiptoed down to the coffee shop

I watched the sunrise from the window. While looking out the window I noticed where I was

I worked hard to get there

At the time I've been in China for a month

Its been 4 weeks out of 6 weeks that I am supposed to be staying there

While in China I felt so exotic

So unique

So FLAWLESS

Everyday I spend most of my time taking pictures with groups of Chinese people

They asked me to take selfies with them

Take pictures with their children

Because I was a foreigner

They were so fascinated with my hair

They didn't believe that my hair was real

But when I told them it was real in Chinese, they gave me the biggest grin

Making people smile because of my presence

Makes me feel special

All the insecurities I had no longer existed

As if I was.......

Well, I am ......FLAWLESS

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