I ain't the darkest I ain't the lightest I know the difference I witness the privilege my grandmother was a colorist she was a few shades darker than me back then it was called color struck back then colored folk judging colored folk by the color of their skin the pain and confusion of my mother openly showing favoritism to my lighter sisters and brothers and treating the others like a redheaded stepchild preferential treatment is no fault of our mother she wasn't taught no better colorism is a real thing amongst the black man black woman and black children it's rooted deep in our history a stain on the fabric of our life light skin redbone high yella the lighter the skin deeper the dark globally we are world's apart this is the true nature of our inbred dark side until we begin to break the cycle there won't be no black power