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By : D. Ruff
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Brown Sugar Peanut Butter Cookie Skin
She's the color of brown sugar
Peanut butter cookie
Brownie fudge latte
With Extra cream
She's that extra kit kat sweet
And melanin is s'mores warm
Her color is
Late summer night car therapy sessions
And Winter night cocoa dates
Sunrise drives into neo-soul backgrounds
Back around her grooves
Groove between
Depths of her cinnamon mind
Her beliefs
Belief in black greatness
Black Love
Appreciation through reciprocation
Appreciate this moment
Take a breathe
And she's
Not breath cause...
That's an exaggeration
But
She'll be reason I watching my breathing
when she sleeps
And I don’t want to disturb her peace
Cause her color is peace
R&b and incense
Glass of wine and a warm bubble bath
Piece of scripture
She's prayer
The way she affirms you sounds like sermon
And she can preach
How can you not feel Godly
Uplifted
When a mocha Goddess sings your name in praise
The joy across her caramel grin is sweet to kiss
Her laughs are black choirs
When the spirit hit
And isn't that intimacy
Isn't her color sacred?
Her color is chapel
Temple
She is pyramid
Holy land
and have you prayed
Have you given thanks
Even when you don’t feel worthy
How her color is calm
Patient
When you don’t have patience for yourself
She always gives you space and time
For you to forgive yourself
And isn't that just a different hue
Sweet like brown sugar
going from living single
To being mushy as Overton
—D. Ruff
Originally published in-print in Boston Compass Newspaper #152 November 2022
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