Brown Skin
Brown Skin Took me a long time to love and appreciate my “Brown skin”. Growing up in the projects and finding myself in a predominately “white” high school was not shocking to me or my system. You see I didn’t know I didn’t like my “Brown skin”. As a child I had a “Barbie Doll”, she was thin had long blond hair and pretty little pink lips. Hell I thought that “beautiful”. Needing my hair to be bone straight I wouldn’t use grease because I wanted it to “move” like my “white” cohort members. I vividly and painfully remember coming out of the shower one day singing, “I can’t get off my horse…” with the towel wrapped around my wet hair. I was swinging my head around as if the towel was my hair when all of a sudden to my horror, my brother had snatched that towel off my head and replied to my melody with, “you shouldn’t have never got up there.” He was so “Black” and down with “Pubic Enemy”. He understood what it meant to not have any of his mentors on “posta