My letter to you

You broke me down and dragged me through the mud. Breaking my heart piece by piece, showing me no love.

You’re filled with hate

Because you’re broken. But you turn around and reciprocate, all that hate you’re holding.

You scrutinize my appearance.

You think my hairs nappy but you’re wrong it defies gravity!

You think, Im not ambiguous enough

Because my hairs thick and bouncy ?

Your Ignorance can’t even stand with me.

Just face your complacence!

With hating melanin

But just know

Melanin is the mother of civilization

The beginning, the end and all the in between

A simple minded individual could never fathom want that means.

it fills all your kin.

The Creve brûlée, the milk chocolate and rich savory Godiva.

Is what you come from.

Is what she comes from.

Is what he comes from.

Is what I come from.

If it wasn’t for that brown sugar baby what and where would we be?

There wouldn’t be a me or we

But it’s, Your complacence within hatred for me.

What you think you see...

Is a reminder of your new found hurt.

Hurt because you don’t know

what it means to be true novelty.

But what I see is an embodiment of what we came to be.

I don’t need to fix what’s born to me

You just don’t have the lens to see.

All the kinks and the curls that’s all on me

I praise my mom because she dark and lovely.

You’ve been broken and beat down it’s sad to see.

its not my job to fix your broken canvas.

But you better put some respect on me.

On kiki, Tiffany, Montoya, Miya, Janet and Whitney!

Please adjust your tone when you speak on thee.

Don’t play with me. play with that self hatred, don’t play with the queens. play with that poverty stricken mindset. Play with the feelings of that inadequacy. Play with the real reason why you hate on me.

You want praise for being melancholic

I can’t give you ovation, or relations.

You can’t shake or face the fact that you’re just not black enough for me.

Don’t play with her crown

You ain’t down with the kings and queens.

You don’t come from royalty.

You’re not in touch in respects

of having an essence.

When you walk in the room.

you have a cowardly presence.

So don’t come for the brown suga babies because I’m going to protect their essence.

So don’t act like you know me.

you’re not aware that the

Melanin on the skin tells a story

A story of the roots.

The story of the bloodline.

But it goes like this,

On the scene comes a brown sugar baby

Oppressors tighten they jawline

That skin it glistens in the sun

I’m so amazed

How the skins so rare.

Taste the forbidden fruit if you dare. How I describe her is sweeter than Godiva.

Potent like molasses.

Her style so classic

Many mimic but they can’t catch this drift.

Put her in the carribean,

put her in Europe, put her in Africa.

Keep her here in America.

she’s still that chick.

Because that melanin is sovereignty.

If you ain’t know.

You better learn quick.

So blessed for her appearance.

She Don’t know how to age.

She range from chocolate to beige.

Pleasure from the tongue

When you call on her name

“Mi brown suga babi”

“I cry out”

A smile like novacaine

Gotta respect her

when she walk in your lane

“She Glistens in the sun so amazed”

An enchantress I must say!

“Kings of kings fall down to her reign”

I scream “brown suga baby”

So adjust that spirit of hate

Extinguish that distaste.

Cause She’s always the aspiration of taste.

Up your price tag

so you can afford her taste.

I can’t change the world

But ima stand up for me, for he, for they, for we. And All the Sunkist women

because they live through me.

If it wasn’t for that brown sugar baby, please!!!! tell me where would we be?