It’s the middle of summer in New York City and my brownness is at its peak. I look forward to this every year.
Not to mention my coils are in full bloom.
They are a friendly topping for this melanin glow I’m boasting as I walk through these concrete streets without having to say a word really. The sun rays are friendly to my brothers and sisters’ skin. It is a mysterious organ that’s soaked in the fountain of youth and our secret is never being told.
We’re going through too damn much right now. The pain is overwhelming. But who can stop our glow? Somehow our beauty stubbornly co-exists with the burdens we carry on our shoulders.
Grateful for melanin power…
And blackness and brownness and all its foreverness.