Some people taught me to love black…
The color of my skin
The race of my people
The sound of my music
The adage of my clan
Dancesteps of folklore
The memory of subservience
The disadvantage of privilege
Black is my father
The tree of my ancestry
To see white in black
To stand tall in melanin
To love the curves of my body
The flatness of my behind
The ailment of my history
The heritage of my culture
To love black on the skin of my lover
To see beauty in the depth of darkness
To think black
Be black
No shadow
No guilt
No shame
All pride
The conditioning of my birth
is my prowess
The color of my eyes
is not the shade of my soul
Pure ambiguity
Darkness breeds light.
Connoisseur of Memories 