Mocha

Skin color of caramel.
Eyes pool of chocolate brown 
Wanted more but asked for less.

All shades are physical forms of art.
Treat them with grace or you will face the fire.
Do not pick or choose.
They are not a pawn on your chessboard. 

A queen who doesn’t need a king.
Her skin radiating when the sun strikes her
Treat her kindly, just as you would any other woman. 
All shades are queens. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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