When I look in the mirror, I see thick brows resting atop sullen, dark eyes, framed by thick dark hair, all of it on a head of caramel skin.
It’s the same caramel skin of my mother, and her mother, and her mother before her; it's the same caramel skin that colorblind eyes unjustly sneer, scorn, and scar.
When I look in the mirror, I see the caramel skin of my brothers and sisters streaked in tears of blood, blood that less than satisfied the unsightly hunger of those who only see in black and white, never in color.
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