Dear Brown

Brown. MY favourite colour. the colour of my skin. The colour of my parents skin, my siblings skin, my families skin. We glisten in the sun, your eyes blinded by the way we shine. Our melanated bodies becoming bright stars when the light hits right. So beautiful. So fascinating. So warming

Brown. The colour of my skin. You see its potential to blind you. You hate it. Brown is your enemy, your worst fear. You will do anything to cease the magic that our skin creates. You kill what you can't be all because of envy my mocha skin is not a threat or the absence of your safety

Brown. Just like our Mother Earth. She provides and prescribes, we indulge on her. Her chocolate soil sprouting life to us all while all our mother gets back are the mocha bodies buried deep in her dark soil the oxygenated Brown blood nourishing her.

To some Brown is love and light

To others Brown is darkness and demise

To me Brown IS me.

I am both, juxtaposed; living together in a single being. Fighting to live peacefully in a world where Brown is seen as life and where it can shine bright without being seen as a menance to society. Because Brown is growth, Brown is resilience, Brown is the feeling of a tight embrace from a loved one, its the colour of my siblings skin. My parents skin. My skin. Its MY favourite colour.

Brown. Beautiful, Beautiful Brown.