Brown Skin

I. Fire hoses attempt to wash away blackness as if underneath their brown skin held white bodies’ hostage. Scorching days in the field glistened scarred backs as the winds carried their songs to God. Flaming bodies hang from trees, many trees by white hooded ghosts of the night—but no one sees that their souls took flight to heaven, no one sees them at all. II. This skin, brown skin, it is said to be tainted with sin and because this skin cannot blend in with the bodies of white men, this skin will wear and tear from nooses and police bullets. This skin will bleed from the whips and bruise from prison chains, until all what remains are the stories of our struggles. Our ancestors gave us this skin, brown skin, in order to continue from where their bodies had once fallen. So we were chosen and won’t admit defeat, until this skin, brown skin, can walk on mother earth without dripping blood onto her soil.