Her words like an echo
Like they were ripples in water
“I’d never have pictures of my niece and nephew if they were dark skin. dark skin. DARK. SKIN.”
She goes on…
“We tease my grandmother for bringing the darkness in our family.”
The darkness? Whose darkness?
The darkness of her grandfather.
His skin forever taunted, forever tainted the lightness, the rightness, the whiteness of their family.