[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Dark Kali

whilst every brown boy and his mother leaf through the beauty of local girls,
I sit rudely in the scorching sun daring him to turn me darker still.

they’re checking the boxes that define perfection—
milky skin against ebony locks, submissive eyes.

but they lump me separately—
too much fire for a family so obviously dry. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Dark Kali”

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