I don't think I have color issues. Haha.. well many...

Ive been Married to White, and dated hues in between. I have friends of many races, who I sometimes FORGET what their ethnicity is.

But sometimes, just sometimes...cause I'm too damn arrogant most days...haha...i feel the burden of the "Chocolate" Sister. [what you talking about.??..you not that dark...SHUT UP PEANUT GALLERY...I am...dont make me regress to my Caribbean School of Dance days...being the only little pickaninny doing classical ballet in ROOMs full of mulatto, paniole, french creole, expat kids...PLUS i from TOBAGO?!?!?!...anyways i digress..]

Most times I carry it like a BADGE!! haha...and Represent for us who may be brushed over...given less attention...that the beauty or the input was ignored ..cause "BRIGHT" caught your attention first...

This poem would warm me...

I love you for your brownness,
And the rounded darkness of your breast;
I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice
And shadows where your wayward eyelids rest.

Something of old forgotten queens
Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk,
And something of the shackled slave
Sobs in the rhythm of your talk.

Oh, little brown girl, born for sorrow's mate,
Keep all you have of queenliness,
Forgetting that you once were slave,
And let your full lips laugh at Fate!