PaperSacksA marcasite, amidst a sea of pearls.Told we are not as precious.Treated as if we were dirt.Secreted is the fact we are as treasured as diamonds.Those with minimal melanin are only the surface of our dark abyss.The product of stained cotton.The attempt to bleach our lines miscarried.But the attempt to bleach our brains prevailed.Black, tar baby Monkey Good for nothing.Useless.Ignorant.How could we stand for that?The complex array of flavors it takes to create the very essence of me, have roots that go back as far as man's first step on this very earth.Yet they look at me and assume I'm as dull as black c