Veronica Lopez

 

How can I acquire the language to describe my brownness

My brownness, my pride, my culture, my side

To you, it might just be a color,

To me, my brownness is more than b-r-o-w-n

I ask myself when

 

When did I know I was brown?

For so long I’ve seen the plastered brown on the wooden homes

I’ve seen how mixing all the watercolors make up

that envious brown mix… tasteful isn’t it?

 

That these kinds of browns are celebrated in ways

That I couldn’t celebrate myself.

 

Perfection is the enemy of the action

Comparing my brownness to your

brown, both the same color just one

with more opportunities.

 

My brownness is the collection of the

Caramel, creamy memories that make my identity

Creamy caramel,

That you enjoy and drink.

Un Cafecito