Her skin absorbed the sun as if it was handmade by the goddess herself.
It was warm and smooth.
Like silk, it decorated her body, making her the dark colored queen she never wanted to be.
She did not walk with her head held high,
she still though her skin color made her less,
she still wasn't able to embrace her being.
But she didn't cower anymore.
she didn't hide behind her straightened hair.
She didn't want to hold her brother in bad grace.
And though it was hard for her, she wanted to accept who she was.
She was Annabelle Ife Akachi. She just had to earn her right to carry that name, to carry her brother's last name.
To carry him.
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colors of society #wattys2017 [completed]
Short StoryWe all come in different shapes, sizes, and colors. Yet, white describes the only color society accepts, brown is cursed and judged, black is deemed, pink represents the innocence society is so obsessed with. Another unhealthy obsession a...
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