Peanut Butter

Sticky peanut butter skin,

A rich tan,

Steeped in summer sand;

Waves push me back again,

Draw lines like a nude crayon.

A beige bay dotted in dirt,

The color of dust worth

The price of gold--

My hazel eyes,

Giggling green rolls

Of lush countryside.

Chocolate ringlets distinguish

Brown from brown,

Cream colored coffee,

Ground from ground.

You see me in sepia--

Toned burnt sienna.

Really I’m spicy,

Raw ginger,

From toe to finger.

Warm chestnuts,

Crackling on wood--

Mahogany undercuts.

Fire burns amber,

Toasting my skin,

Marshmallow--

Soft yet shelled

Between graham crackers,

Honey flavored

Or cinnamon--

These are the colors of my skin.

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