My Skin

“Rah, you’ve gone bleak you know.”

My once dairy milk chocolate complexion, kissed by the sun, now resembling a more of an after eight kinda chocolate. You know, that mature grown kinda chocolate.

You see, I was oblivious to this whole dark skin, light skin kinda ‘ish.
In my eyes, I saw that we’re all just different tones of sweetness. A different shade of cocoa, still coming from the same tree. Sharing the same roots and ancestry.

“Nah fam, you’ve been in the sun way too long bruv.”

Their post-colonial minds are still asleep. Still in chains. A sad truth of what remains. To still be, in mental slavery. To be held in captivity by your own degree.

You see, my black skin is not a badge of shame, but of honour.
And I don’t stay out of the sun so I don’t get dark, I bask in all its glory.

And so, it cripples my heart to see dark skin girls internally torn apart. When in fact they are a beautifully put together piece of art.
Yet, they have not realised that their very skin is a blessing from above, a true gift that they should cherish and love.

But, the truth is, it’s no surprise to me that their twisted mentality, prevails in the minds of so many when they are constantly faced with…

“Man, only dates lighties, you’re too dark still”

Too dark?
Too dark?

With skin that glows and hair that defies gravity, all you can say is that I am too dark?!

I find it kinda funny how a brother can diss my regal tones when he, he is the same colour as me. His mother, his sisters, his aunts, his whole family the same colour as me.

“Nah, G, that’s different, I ain’t even tryna date my mum tho.”

I kinda wish, your father felt the same way about your mum, so they could have spared the world of someone so so dumb.
To have been raised by a woman cared for by a woman, loved by a woman with dark skin, just for you to tell someone else’s daughter that she is too dark.

Let me tell you, that my love for my rich tones resonates with every move and radiates for all to see that I love my dark skin. I adore my dark skin. Magnificent is my dark skin. The gene that runs through my veins is called Eve, so you better believe when I say I gave birth to this nation, so listen here to this information.

Dark skin women, we all come from you. Be proud. Stand tall and continue to be true.