Cocoa therapy:
Chocolate swirls and cocoa whirls,
marshmallows oozing on top,
the finest chocolate in the city
can’t replace what was lost
Outsider:
Not satisfied with the chocolate,
I open the heavy wooden door to the trendy and pricey restaurant.
All I see is a sea of white.
I am the only person of color in this establishment.
I eat the fancy pizza nervously with my head down, perusing my favorite magazine.
Recognition:
A toddler with clear blue eyes and golden hair comes up to me
“Ask the lady if she’s an attorney,” says his father.
The toddler continues to stare at me.
“She’s reading the New Yorker magazine. She must be an attorney.”
I turn to the father and explain that I’m a doctor, not a lawyer.
After they leave, I crack a smile. I love breaking stereotypes!
Maybe I was an attorney in my last life. 🙂
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thoughts and tremors 