My caramelized sweetness is from my gifted crown to my tireless feet. My black skin is nothing to be feared. I am a product of teachers…preachers…and sharecroppers; folks who help shaped this nation….Don’t judge me because my skin is different; darkness maybe defined as an undesirable trepidation, but so is falsehoods and misinterpretations…
My caramelized sweetness is captivating not because of its superficial. It’s the spirit that lives me. From my ancestors removing the sweat from their brow to the accustomed calluses of their hands they use to plow. From being banished from a pubic place to being spat on their smooth black face. Enduring vile treatment time after time and still pleasantly wore their old tired smiles, which gave me an unbreakable chain. Their spirit lives on through me, and that won’t ever, ever change…..
My caramelized sweetness is a GOD given gift, like anybody born with skin from the under rainbow. We shouldn’t tried to be tamed….shamed…and intimidated to believe we are special. Superiority is an iniquity of lies; a deception of a pathway that can lead to calamity of cries. Our tears cleanse deep down our souls. Let it rain; let it fall, as we are the brethren of a collection…..HIS image.
My caramelized sweetness is a lot more to the name. My smile is a forefront to my personality. My eyes are a window to a soulful wonderment. My heart can be a cage of sorrow or cheerfulness, and my soul be can a peaceful blissfulness. I know there one thing that’s true; me, myself, and I is no different than you!....Darkness uttered by lazed lips is vast misinterpretation, my caramelized sweetness is not an undesirable trepidation.
Peace be unto you…..
© Tamara “Unique”, 2009
CARAMELZED SWEETNESS
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