Black Skin
Standing in the mirror where age confronts memory
Beauty hides deep within the stories of my skin
Sunscreens and night creams slathered with care
Melanin needs help to protect a woman’s brown skin
Finding shades of caramel without greens and yellows
In makeup never mixed for the depth of Black skin
Shea butter and coconut oil line her shelves
Natural soothing salves bear the moisture of Mama’s skin
Draped in hip-hugging dresses and snugging pants
Captivate eyes in the rhythm of sisters’ skin
Paintings on my wall call my ancestors in
Dripping their blue-black and coal-black African skin
Tender caresses to calm our silent grieving
Born from the resilience inside beaten skin
Pure cotton sheets cradle my worn tired soul
Where I sleep and remember God is
the skin I’m in.
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