When I look in the mirror, I see brown:
The colour of skin we are told is not beautiful,
The “exotic” face that is a commodity
To large hands that appear clean but are filthy
With thoughts that label us women as inferior,
That dehumanize us and turn us into objects
To be held, admired, and then disposed of.
When I look in the mirror, I see brown:
The colour of sweat and tears,
The stain of dark, tiring years
Tainted by segregation, oppression, and racism
That I carry on tired shoulders
Like a backpack filled with rocks
That I am told to unpack but can’t
Because this burden is an heirloom
That has been passed down through generations.
How can I let go when the history of this burden
Shows strength, resilience, and perseverance?
I will not unpack the backpack of my ancestors
Which gives my weak shoulders character.
I will continue carrying it
And with time and pressure,
The rocks will turn into diamonds
That my great grandchildren will proudly wear.
So when I look in the mirror, I see brown:
The colour of soil that nourishes the natural world,
In which seeds are planted
And strong women like us
Continue to grow.
About the Creator
Shai Kara
Shai Kara is a graduate of the University of Ottawa's MA[Ed] in Counselling Psychology program. She has a passion for poetry and creative writing. To see more of her work, visit @storiesbyshai on instagram.
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