I walked outside and immediately thanked God as I felt the warmth of the sun piercing my brown, chocolate, melanin skin. A warmth- balancing out the coldness I feel in my heart. The coldness that my sister feels, now 6ft under and unjustly taken from us. This warmth of the sun, that once pierced my brown, chocolate, melanin skin now fuels the fire caged inside my rage…….and I’m tired. Aren’t you?
