I am the color of the soil my mother played in as a child. The beauty is in the way she played with and nurtured it so it could give life to flowers.
And just like the soil I am capable of giving life to more like me. How beautiful a world with strong brown skinned women like me
The blood of all the strong women before me runs in my veins and turns me into a queen every morning. A queen willing to die for her people.
I bleed every month yet I do not die. I am warrior and I continue to fight.
I fight against the oppression of the people who are baffled by the way the sun kissed my skin at birth and gave me a beautiful chocolate tone. But they fail to understand that I love the way the sun kisses it every single day without harm.
