Dark skin, oh dark skin, I’ve had quite a journey with you,” I thought as I studied my face in the mirror while combing my course beard one morning. Staring back at me was a reflection of a man who had once heard the color of his skin would make life difficult. My mother always told me, it was a gift to be black but the world had done all it could to challenge her wise words. “Why are you so dark,” I’d remember some kid asking me one day in middle school. More than just a inquisitive question, I sensed the jeer behind his mischievous grin. This was the first and certainly not the last time I was introduced to the concept of colorism since he himself was a young black brother of a lighter complexion. Those words burned the fabric of my self-esteem causing me to wonder what was wrong with way God designed me.
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