Color

To a Brown Boy

That brown girl’s swagger gives a twitch

To beauty like a queen;

Lad, never dam your body’s itch

When loveliness is seen.

For there is ample room for bliss
  In pride in clean, brown limbs,
And lips know better how to kiss
  Than how to raise white hymns.

And when your body’s death gives birth
  To soil for spring to crown,
Men will not ask if that rare earth
  Was white flesh once, or brown.