CHOCOLATE

I'd have made it fancy because chocolate is a gift. But then again... chocolate is the color of my skin. And my skin is fancy. Why? Because we stand out. You know. When anybody a little color-less sees you...they see a petty little thief. But isn't chocolate smooth. As smooth as our skin. Chocolate is sweet. Being black is beautiful. I mean... you can chill in the sun. And not get tanned. You only get to be darker and I think that that's beautiful. But then chocolate is also prone to melting. When you flame up chocolate... it melts. So this is the story of a bar of chocolate.

School was amazing. You know... she stood out. Ella did. She had beautiful big brown eyes and was a fine curvy well cultured woman. Cause you know... she became mature at a young age. So color was her nickname. Because if you get black ink on a white dress...hey... it stands out.. right??? So Ella goes to school with a beautiful smile. And you know what. Her smile was brown because of her lips. Brown like the skin of a male strong German Shepherd. She was beautiful. Oh my the number of teachers that wanted her in their class. The number of friends that lined up. But then you know something about colour...is it stains. And who likes a stain huh?


Came the teacher in class and started those bad jokes about how back home... she lived in a cave and maybe the only school she's been too was sponsored by some activist. And that's when colour felt like that little stain on a white shirt that could become irritating. Then came the tiny mistakes like being the only one with complete assignments. The only one with good language skills. And that became an issue. Those who lined up cancelled out beauty and placed colour inside. Colour felt sad. Colour melted. Just....just like chocolate melts.

I'll spare the gory details cause racism isn't going away. Generations will come and insecurity will still be a problem. The beauty of being chocolate is when you become cold you become strong. And you go back to being bold beautiful and loved by even those who wanted to ruin you. Because...chocolate...even when it melts. It still tastes good. And no one... ever gives up on chocolate. Because chocolate is where we belonged.