Monday Musings: The Skin I’m In

October. The month designated to packaging thousands of years of Black history and culture into a palatable melting pot of 'facts' supposedly beginning with colonialism and ending with Harriet Tubman freeing slaves. And yet, despite being a month that should encourage honest conversations about how far we've come and how far we still are from truly embracing Equality and Diversity, Trump-mania is on the rise, #IAmMogadishu is not a thing and last week a stranger matter of factly stated that being Pro-Black is the same as being anti-White. No. It is not. Because when my little sister held her arm up to compare her gorgeous mahogany skin aside my lighter complexion and questioned her afro puffs, the familiar gnaw of watching a young Black girl grow up in a society that places limitations on her beauty and Blackness resurfaced. And so in response her current and future self... an ode to the Skin I'm In.