Dear Black Child

Dear black child?

 I want to remind you of how the dark sky complements the moon and the stars so beautifully at night. When the rays fall and the darkness begins to take up the sky, it is a great time to lay so peacefully on your black pillow and catch up with your favourite series. Do you remember that black fur coat you preferred over the purple and the white? How cool it was to jot your notes down with your sharp black pencil? So, I marvel at how profoundly you embrace the colour of your skin in its material form until you are reminded that the colour of your favourite black fur coat matches that of your melanin pigment. You see, that store that stopped stocking your concealer shade type is not your favourite store anymore and that is a good thing. Right there is an opportunity for entrepreneurship; stock it for us you bright lucky child!

Dear black child, you are enough, you have enough and your crown is enough. I hope to see you back on the runway flaunting your rich skin. I hope you embrace your worth enough to silence the wagging tongues in your presence. I hope you realize how far they travel to come and admire your rich cultural heritage. Dear black child, I implore you to look the other way when an offer to change your identity becomes too welcoming; White crowns, yellow crowns or blue crowns are not consistent to your kingdom. Your black crown is your black luck, not bad lack. Dear black child, you are enough!