I thought of this in January and I wrote a poem to go with it. I wrote and posted the poem but I never got around to writing the article that was to go with it. Incidentally I let February catch up with me so now this kind of looks like a black history thing. But its not I've always loved being black. I've always loved who we are and who we have the potential to be collectively. Since it is black history month I might as well discuss some topics that have come up since. No wait I'll take that back I'll just write another blog about that I'll just do what I said I was gonna do with this blog... which is not much I really just wanted to express how much love I have for my skin color and what it means to me. I love the negative and positive reactions that I get from people just because of my brown skin. Being brown is a privilege. Paul Mooney said one that "Everybody want to be a nigga but nobody wants to be a nigga". Which I'm gonna flip it a little and take out the word nigga because this is not about being a nigga. This is about being brown skinned.
Being brown skin means something to me. It means being who you are year around. Nobody mistakes you for another race (even though there are other races that are brown skin). Having brown skin represents my heritage who I am who my ancestor were who my children and there will be. If I died and god was like "Shaun your dead in the physical word but I'm gonna give you another chance at life. The only difference is you get to choose the color and race" BINGO... I'll choose the same thing every time. I never wanted to be light skinned, white, tan or any other race I take pride in who I am and what my ancestors went through. I love my brown skin... and that's it
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