Dear Mr. Darkskin (preview, first draft)

Dear Mr. Darkskin,

Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you really are?
Has anyone ever told you that your skin is like black Egyptian silk, spun by the hands of a hard working mother?
It is the blanket that covers the night sky.
It is the power and determination behind our African roots.
It is the thing that I, a proud Christian woman, lusts after on a lonely night.

The spirit of foregiveness rests in your beautiful dark skin.
How everytime they knock you down, you stand back up.
It is the reminder of the centuries you, Mr. Darkskin, carried this country on your back.

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