Dusky, dark, and unapologetically brown. What I am is not the colour of my skin, but I am made to believe otherwise, because YOU say so. When unknown aunties approach me in gatherings and offer a "remedy" to make my skin a shade lighter, I stay quiet because you tell me to. Is it really so bad to be born with a skin shade that's as fierce as I am? Or if we're really onto physical perspectives, is it bad that I can pull off red lipstick better than you? That my highlighter looks like it belongs on my skin? Or just that the colour that my skin has is just as strong and dark as the coffee that you need to start your day? I would wish for the "gora" you think I should've been born with, but I'm sorry, I can't. How do I wipe off this brown that tells stories of my ethnicity? Or the brown that shows off my tan that is a symbol of an amazing childhood spent in the sun? I could, though. And the way you speak, I should. I should wipe off this brown because it's a disgrace, right? How can a girl survive with such an abominable skin shade? How will I ever get suitors? Oh but I have, I have survived. And I shall continue to survive. I do not wish for suitors who can't think beyond a skin shade, which by the way, is beautiful. I do not wish to give up on a world so narrow minded that all it sees is the colour of my skin; I need to preach beyond that. So please, understand when I say that I am beautiful and at the same time not fair skinned. And understand that who I am has got nothing to do with the dilemma of my skin colour that you seem to be so concerned about.
So to all my dusky skinned, earth coloured sisters, you are beautiful. Just like the girls that are fair skinned. White, brown, black or whatever the colour, we're all beautiful. And this time, there are no exceptions. It's the rule; we're all beautiful.