This is For the Dark-Skinned Sistas
Dec. 2003
By Monica Fountain
This is for the dark-skinned sistas
The chocolate wonders
The brown bombshells
This is for the one
Who was told don’t drink coffee
It’ll make you black
Make me black?
What is that?
As if I could be more black
As if just the color of my skin
Made me black
If coffee makes me black
Bring it on Joe
Give me a Starbucks grande double latte espresso
This is for the sister who was told
Don’t wear yellow
That’s too bright
Forget about red
You’re too dark
Black as night
Leave that for the light-skinned sista
With the long hair
As if my blackness was something to
Fear
This is for the sista
Made to feel less than by the
Brother
Who in amazement thought
He was giving you props
When he said,
“You’re sure cute to be so dark.”
Browner than a bag to a hue
As black as midnight blue
My dark sista
My ebony sista
My chocolate sista
Here’s to you
For your strength and the
Beauty of your dark tones
The orange in your skin
The browns, the golds
You are beautiful
With your big broad nose
And your nappy hair
In them big cornrows
Or precision pressed to straightness
Or permed to perfection to let the
Natural go
In dreadlocks or braids
Twists or curls
This is for you little black girl.