A photo of my late mother. She told me to never question my “Brown-ness”
When you say you don't see color
It disrespects my shine.
I am every color and I wear them all with Pride.
It's the color of my cheeks when blushing
It intensifies my eyes.
The color that fills my veins is rushing
When my heartbeat starts to rise.
My color grows from my head
It turns grey when I'm wise.
Our colors run together, when we hear
each other's cries.
I've been told that "mixed race" ain't a "race"
I know that is just a lie.
You see, I am every color and I won't be told otherwise.
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