“You are me, and I am you. You cultivate the flower in yourself, so that I will be beautiful. I transform the garbage in myself, so that you will not have to suffer. I support you; you support me. I am in this world to offer you peace; you are in this world to bring me joy.”
When I was at work two guys came up to me to ask “light meat or dark meat” I was only 18 at the time and I was frazzled by what seemed like 20 something year old men coming up to an 18 year old to ask about my skin color preference. I didn’t answer. I still don’t know the answer. I think I’m biased. I see beauty in most people and things and that question didn’t make sense to me. Like why would I have a preference on skin color. Theres more beauty in a smile, or in how the light hits someones eyes, or even in how someone laughs. I like to think past the physicality of beauty. shouldn’t all people be appreciated for the beauty that they create simply by being?
I dont really know what it means to be Black. She’s Guyanese like me but she doesn’t really look like me. I’m not light skin and I think thats always slightly effected how I was veiwed in the community. From the darker skin I got from my trini side and the tighter coils of my curls I felt like I was really appreciated in that community.
remember when long dripped out acrylics were ghetto now? now everyone wants to be black without being Black. The golden adornments are just a further step into the realization of Black beauty.