Woman of Color
I was born with the sun
I grew up with the night time stories
I live with the spicy foods.
My heart beats to the sound of a drum
My hips curve to the beat of an Ibo
My lips speaks creole
My hair rebels against the comb
My scent transfers the coffee of the Caribbean.
My skin reflects my identity
Often, people designated me by my skin color
Brown Sugar
Dark Chocolate
Colored Woman
Yes,
Colored Woman, this is who I am.
