claiming my skin
white-washed: my classmates said i
had black skin but white insides, like
an Oreo cookie. first i
took that as a compliment, but
i wrestled with the cognitive dissonance
separating my mind from my skin; was
blackness more than melanin? i
leaned into black power, black
art, black individuality & the strength of the
collective, learning that my body isn’t a jail but a
kingdom, and now i take pride.
Oh my god.