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I was a little brown girl,
I could not find myself on TV
So I told myself who I was
I told my own story
I am a brown warrior
But I am pushed into the shadows
For my dark eyes and dark hair.
I am a brown goddess
Made of chocolate and cinnamon and coffee beans
I am of the color of the earth, of tree barks, of leaves in fall
I am what builds the world, what feeds it.
I am the brown mountains
I hold forests and their fires and snow and its storms
Between my breasts, the sun goes to sleep
And douses me in golden honey as it rises.
I am a brown concoction, of walnuts, almonds, and burnt caramel
I am the final tone of bitterness on your tongue
I am the rust that will set upon the world
That tells me to look like milk.
I am now a brown woman
Who may not find makeup for my skin
But I wear a dark lip
That no red can ever match