His skin is like chocolate, her’s peaches.
A woman browned by the sun, a man by heritage.
His skin is pale beige, her’s black as night.
If only we were transparent, see through,
peacefully living in a world where we knew
who we are has nothing to do with color.
~Denise Kincy
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