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Brown is Down
By Kweku Owusu Amonoo
We’re now called people of color
Which is fine by me, if they must
The dark, less preferred than the tanned
Speaks volumes of judgment and trust.
The lighter-skinned one, prevails
Some even pass off as white
But regardless of skin tone or texture
Don’t we All, still have the same rights?
But, no, some say, “That’s idyllic.”
The light, mixed-colored have tickets
The dark(er) neither expects nor deserves
Whether it be, by protest, rally or pickets.
Ironic, ‘cos we all stem from one root
Mother Africa, the birthplace of Man
Yet the truth forsakes this reality
Blue-black, still less(er) than tan.
In Asia, you’ll note the parasol
Shielding Far Eastern skin from the sun
As if brownish tans are unhealthy
Visual code for a terribly bad pun.
And, yet, in the Western world…
A deep tan is coveted by many
Spells wealth, well-traveled, the winsome
Oh, yes, the jet-set can spare the odd penny.
Well, I, savor my chocolatey skin tone
Inherited from kith, kin, age-old
Bronze colored armor shines. brightly
Pure, rich. as the finest Aztec gold.
When the sun shines on I and my brood
Our skin sparkles and reminds of the stars
Whom reflect hope, rhythm and valor
Exceeding expectation, nonsensical radar.
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