"Don't turn the lights off! If you do she'll disappear!"
The taunts to her skin reflected right off of her gold highlight.
"The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice." She always replied.
For her skin was filled to the brim with sunlight.
The Sun had chosen her as its lover and she received constant kisses.
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Melanin
Short Story"Trap Queen? Oh no honey, I'm a Black Queen." The tale of a girl embracing her melanin in a world where lighter is better.
