We know what we are ✦ No percentage required ✦ Light, by design ✦ Of both. Entirely. ✦ We know what we are ✦ No percentage required ✦ Light, by design ✦ Of both. Entirely. ✦We know what we are ✦ No percentage required ✦ Light, by design ✦ Of both. Entirely. ✦ We know what we are ✦ No percentage required ✦ Light, by design ✦ Of both. Entirely. ✦
Profiled as Black by the world. Questioned by our own.
“What are you?” “You’re not really Black.” “Post your DNA test.” If you are light-skinned or mixed, you have heard every version of it, from strangers, in comment sections, at the cookout.
Most of us learned to shrink. Some of us spent years embarrassed by our own skin. Light Skin Army is where the audition ends.
At ease
Comfort in our own skin.
Every shade of light, every texture, worn without apology. This is what it looks like when nobody asks you to explain.
In our skin
At ease in every shade of us.
Freckles, veins, late sun, open shade. The skin people asked us to explain is the skin we dress, and we wear it like it was always ours. Because it was.
The Manifesto
They asked what we are. We stopped answering. No percentage required.
Not because we don’t know. Because we always have.