BROWN Skin, You know I LOVE your BROWN Skin

I'm falling in love with with a white man. And not to say that his skin matters to me...not to say that it doesn't.

And now that I have your attention and put you one step into my business...let's take this a step further. 

The world looks and feels so much different than it did back when racism seemed really alive. But if you ask me, not much has changed. Because when me and my man walk down the street, I wonder what the crazy stares from other people are about. And I get all wrapped up in him and forget all about our skin. But the world won't let us forget...

So because folks are not usually staging boycotts and black folks proudly seat up front on the CTA, don't be fooled. Racism is still underneath the surface of many live souls. Many people can't see it because they are ignorant to what it is. And many people don't believe it because our President is black. And many don't mind because black people are not enslaved, or at least that's what society wants us to feel. But as long as we continue to separate our love for one another based off of where we come from, we will never freely love.

Racism is not just in our history books. And most of those are outdated and full of lies anyway. Racism is right in our faces. But so many people ignore it, so many people confuse it. And unfortunately, some blacks are racist against one another. I don't want to be penalized by rap music because my skin is brown and I'm not a red bone. But I am.

Brown skin...how many of us love our brown skin? How many of us can see past what the world wants us to be and embrace who we are, where we're from? My ancestors fought hard for me to love this skin of mine. And for them, I love who I am. And I want you to do the same.

Racism is ignorance of love. See because love has no color, no skin tone. Love beyond what you see...


Love,
Vee