The sun chose me
To permeate my skin
And show the brown in my eyes
In exchange for blinding myself
In exchange for side eyes and statistics
And testing to determine whether or not
I deserve to see the light of day

But in exchange
I receive a family in my community
I receive rhythm in my hips
I receive a nod on the street

When I worry that I am alone
I receive the promise
That we shall overcome, that things will be better
But when promises are not enough
I receive solidarity
(Well, a decent amount of solidarity)

But the sun doesn't hold me as tightly
Because if the darker the flesh the deeper the roots
They uprooted my greatest grandmother tree
Leaving my whole mother's side
Wondering who diluted us with a brand of privilege
Only those under the sun can see

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