Featurism, not Colourism
Colourism Majella Mark Colourism Majella Mark

Featurism, not Colourism

The public praise for women who look “exotic” or “mixed” and the ridicule women with more evident African features have faced in the Black community have caused insecurities in Black women.

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Tout Pour Plaire
Colourism Neisha Etienne Colourism Neisha Etienne

Tout Pour Plaire

J’ai été conditionné à être un objet.

Il fallait à tout prix appartenir à quelqu’un. Mon

quotidien consistait à faire le beau, en espérant qu’on

me remarque et qu’on me choisisse.

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my old foe
Colourism Shannon Graham Colourism Shannon Graham

my old foe

you make me a foreigner in my own country

where disbelieving citizens welcome me with open arms

because they think I bring tourism dollars.

you rear your sinister head every time i return

and make me wonder if this is why i left.

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I am that little Black Girl
Colourism Kelia/Kelie Colourism Kelia/Kelie

I am that little Black Girl

I can also vividly remember being told by somebody I loved that I was beautiful for a black girl. I can honestly say that I did not fully understand the implications of this comment. I now understand.

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She Who Has Found Herself
This Is Not Love Denise Westfield This Is Not Love Denise Westfield

She Who Has Found Herself

Sitting straight-backed on a cluster of smooth rocks, not too far from Jonita, was a breadnut-brown woman with a sprawling afro enclosed in a circle of plaits decorated with iridescent shells at the base, and a lush body with a waist that curved into…

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Don't Marry Us. Instead, Stand By Us.
Colourism Jourdan "Riv-Ryker" Lobban Colourism Jourdan "Riv-Ryker" Lobban

Don't Marry Us. Instead, Stand By Us.

The worst part of it all, is that there are deep roots of trauma still plaguing our families yet the outsiders only care about the resorts, the plantain, or the reggae that is overplayed on certain radio stations.

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Invisible Scars
Colourism Pietra Brown Colourism Pietra Brown

Invisible Scars

Here she was, head laid, in the lap of the boy who was her rising sun, the peas to her rice. A tender moment spoiled by a bigoted anecdote.

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