Brown

I am brown

Like the earth beneath our feet, I am grounded,

Proud of my family and heritage cofounded

By the people who lived here before Christopher “found” it;

The voices of countless generations resound loudly,

They cannot be drowned; they echo through me:

We are brave and free, built on family,

Joined at the hearth by song and cuisine,

Rooted in respect and humility,

Brown is the trunk of my family tree,

A hue of my culture and history.

I am brown,

A shade that mixes with every other,

For love is a spectrum of every color.