Brittany Woody's Blog (1)

Shine a light to my eyes and behold, my red clay eyes matching the heart of a flame set off in a lush forest. Deep inside of my eyes, the core of my pupils gently reflects the beam of light back at you like diamonds and crystals being found in the earth. Reminding us all that my first ancestor was created by the very dust from the ground that turns my complexion when wet. Never shall I forgot it, for He is the very essences of me. Touch my hair, and you will know and feel t…