The Elephant In Da Room...

Is indeed my dark brown skin

Much to others frosty chagrin

My tone is one of the original sins

Oh, how and where should I begin?

Perhaps, with my ancestors or my nearest of kin...

But first off, I'll let you digest and then I'll spin

This tale like an expensive bottle of gin

That you'd take sips from again and again.

You'd step up and take shots with your chin.

You wouldn't care what the cost you'd give your pin...

Number and circle the beach like a shark's fin.

As I stand there in my dark brown hue knowing that

I can never truly win.