HAIKU

Hue-man Thoughts

I love being a woman of color even if others don’t like my hue.

Basking in my brown.

I am an ebony sea.

Thoroughly Cocoa.

I married a man that loved me and my deep ebony hue. His family was mortified that he married “someone soooooo dark” as they put it. They told him that his children would be dark-skinned like me.

His family acted like I was the carrier of some kind of plague. My husband stood firm and let them know that they did not have to love me because he did. Their obsession with colorism was unacceptable.

When I was pregnant with our child I prayed that he would be so black he could sit in a hot tub and make tea! That did not happen because our son was born with the light complexion of my parents. My husband’s family surveyed our son after birth and determined he would not be the same hue as me. His fingertips were not brown. They were ecstatic to know that he would not “turn” dark.

It is important for us to love our whole selves. People will interject their biases into our world if we let them. My husband stood up and politely gave his family the fickle finger. I am thankful that he loved me for me!

Thanks for taking the time to read my Haiku.