i am proud of the dark flesh that stretches over me,
dark like the ground that produces your food,
or the night sky that gives you your stars,
dark like the sun setting as it begins to rest in power,
it is the sister of ebony and it hums with pride,
like my ancestors who built your buildings,
like my ancestors who gave you art,
like my ancestors who manipulated sound to caress,
like my ancestors who own the gold and oil you salivate over,
their blood and sweat woven through the clothes you wear,
bubbling in the coffee you sip eagerly,
solid in the chocolate you eye greedily,
they wear crowns and sit in the sun,
light spilling over their
dark flesh.
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