Brenda Elizabeth Demonbreun

  Thanksgiving is approaching with the remembrance of its desire. Regardless, of falsified history concerning its origin the gift of being grateful stands bold and mighty without refute. This nation has experienced blessings in many forms. Prosperity has been a huge gift to many while others have been overlooked in plights of poverty. Though the footprint of our great nation has lingering evidence of misguided souls we still must celebrate the gift of freedom. The acceptance in our individuality and our right to worship. Common ground is available through our compassion and gratitude for living in freedom amongst the diverse beauty of God’s creation. Hues of varying melanin expressions journey alongside one another daily. Legacies of generations tell the story of the free and those shackled in chains of slavery. I celebrate this Thanksgiving in the remembrance of my ancestor’s tenacious fight. The depth of my ancestry cascades through my caramel skins luster without an embittered...