Colors Unseen

In the fabric of humanity, a unique lineage exists, woven with threads of brownish cinnamon. It wraps around the being like a second skin, a testament to the earth from which it came. This skin, a canvas of soft earthen hues, speaks of a heritage rich and deep, a blend of spice and strength, warmth, and resilience. The eyes, darkish brown orbs, are like twin moons in the nocturnal sky, glowing with an inner light that guides through the darkness. They are not just windows to the soul but beacons, illuminating the path for those lost in the night. They … Continue reading Colors Unseen

My Melanin

In the tapestry of humanity, each thread has a unique hue, contributing to the grand design. However, certain threads are unjustly viewed with suspicion, their richness mistaken for shadow. My melanin—a rich, earthy tone—is seen not as a pigment but as a proclamation, a defiant statement against a society that has long equated darkness with danger. But how dare I? How dare I stand tall in this skin, a proud testament to my heritage? How dare I demand the respect freely given to others, as if my worth were equal? I am a black woman, navigating a world where my … Continue reading My Melanin