Brown Skin Me

written with Fatima and Nene


Brown Skin Me

see we are brown skin
but dark skinned me i have flavor for days. call me misses savory taste. My skin is the entrance to undeniable depths of history. Dark skinned me is the chocolate perfection of undeniable beauty

Undeniable beauty and sweetness dark skin misses. Developed of chocolate kisses historical slave masters misses. This chocolate skin. Ranging on a beautiful color spectrum. Intellectually delicious. We are more than our curves.

Brown skin me, conceived from punishment when slaves misbehaved in the field, the caucasian god, lusted upon for my attitude, my body, my mouth; they think the skin is me, brown as honey roasted molasses. Dipped in rays of the sun; brown skin me unacknowledged for my intellect, my goals, my ambition, wanted for the rhythmic repetition in my hips, so many forms so many shades, all one in the same. See my brown skin me could be anything I want to be, the mother of your child, the supportive wife, business woman, caretaker, love maker. Brown skin me, fashion enthusiast, rock and roll, against the mold... my brown skin me you could never put in a mold. with a power between my thighs only brown skin me could possess. A secret which the world becomes obsessed
Whether brown skin me or dark skin me, the wrath of mother earth through our one blackness is forever linked.

Sexually depicted in many forms...

Many times the light skin dark skin brown skin me is sexualized, compared, dehumanized, and robbed of all precious stones our skin is composed of... how can pigment determine the value; appraised we are enslaved ever so often to self conscious behavior robbing us of our worth; blaming confusion handed down and fed to us on brilliant shitty spoons... nothing golden; robbed...robbed! robbed!!!

appraised by the "master" learning to say "out of the night that covers us black as a pit from pole to pole. We thank whatever God's may be for our unconquerable soul..."

Dark skin analogies create negative cognations for my skin. Making dark skin women start to question if being dark was ever In. Paper bag testing, lessening our value. We went from empresses to masters mistress now to first lady. I used to wish upon a star, prayed I'd find a genie Just so skin color couldn't define me. I've marched along kings, redefined what a lady should be. But I'm still afraid many of us are still trapped in the light is right mentality. I'm not fond of historic precedent only dictating our demise. Sweet, smooth skin, more than milk chocolate we are the gods ambrosia. We are deeper than our pasts. We are dark skinned women. Deep souled women. The back of this country while lying on our backs never to fall out of place. We've fought for our place amongst the stars. A seat next to Gods throne we are the unsung heroes of freedom we are more than these moments.

Because we are all Brown Skin Me... beyond the light shades dark shades charcoal references, anything but angelic (the definition of white)... I am BROWN SKIN ME

Brown skin me is full of flavor for days... my skin is the undeniable entrance to depths of history. Ranging on a beautiful color spectrum... Whether brown skin me or dark skin me, the wrath of mother earth through our one blackness is forever linked

Taking proud ownership of Brown Skin Me!