You do not take credit

For the fact that

Your eyes are nutmeg

Your skin chocolate

No, you do not


You just dance with it

You wake up to the fact

That you are gifted, sprung forth

From the toils of lives

Burned by sunshine


No you do not take

Credit for the twist

in your hair, lips, hips

You just dance with it

With the fact that all

we have is given


Dance with the truth

Eyes chocolate and nutmeg

Skin telling stories of

Ancestors in the sun

So that our dance blesses

The ones unborn.



Michigan in Color is the Daily’s opinion section designated as a space for and by students of color at the University of Michigan. To contribute your voice or find out more about MiC, e-mail

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