I sometimes forget the privileges that are afforded to me as a black woman. I forget that some people appreciate and revere my dark skintone. This isn't about exoticism or fetishism - a black girlchild called me empress. I was blocking her path, and only realised it when I heard a voice say, "Excuse me, empress".
Empress.
The sound of it stilled me. The girl was taught, in the Rastafarian way, that darkskinned women were regal, and deserved to be treated as such. I don't know if I deserve the title, but I accept it with gratitude. Thank you for reminding me what blessings my skin brings me.
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