My brown is beautiful.
I am not black.
In art class, I do not draw my face with the color of coal
Nor does my friends' appear blank
They aren't the shade of snow
Dorothy and Sheila are the color of peach,
With cool blue and violet undertones (respectively)

When I draw myself
In that art class
I search forever
For that little crayon
That is the color of me

I am the color of caramel before you tear it
I resemble the milk chocolate of a candy bar
Before you eat it
I am not black, representative of evil

I am yellow.

I am laughter
And happiness
And hope.

I am yellow.
I am new life
I dance and sway in the wind
When I take on the guise of flowers
I wake up the world,
Bringing warmth to those everywhere

Dare not call me black.
For I am brown and yellow.

You "black" girls,
You know who you are
What is your color?
How is your black beautiful?

How can you stand to be represented as black
How can you take that on as your new culture?

I am yellow,
Strong and determined
I let no one tell me
So you think I am a black girl?
Fool.

For if I am a colored girl
Then my color is yellow

My name is Sydney and I am brown and yellow
The only thing black about me is my hair
And the pupils in my brown eyes
Who are <b>you</b>,
insignificant figure,
To tell me different about <b>myself</b>?
Do you suddenly know better than me?
Fool.

For I am yellow
Unpredictable.

For I am brown
The color of caramel
And I
Am
Beautiful