Black! is a skin color that has been crafted from a heritage infused with genes from the cradle of the life, the Motherland.
When I landed on earth, it was on a small volcanic rock known as land of wood and water. There I was forged from the heritage of that land. Birthed from the loins of the decendants of enslaved Africans, dragged from their homeland by British looters and further sullied by Scottish rapists. Birth brought forth by the descendant of enslaved Indians forced into indentured servitude and also ripped from their homeland by the British.
This union of enslaved descents made yet a newer hybrid out of many one Jamaican. Skin the color of coffee with a hint of condensed milk, wiry yet softly coiled springy hair the color of that same coffee but black.
All through my life on that small volcanic rock I am labeled Jamaican.
I land on the US rock and customs labels me Jamaican.I walk on US streets and I am labeled light skinned Black! ‘cause I got that “good hair”.
I work on a project where I am the only Jamaican among a sea of white faces and I am literally called “token Black! girl”.
That’s right I’m Jamaican and I’m Black!
What do you see first? My black gold and green blended soul or my mocha skin? Do you call it as you see it?
So how the rass is Kamala Harris not Black!? MYBBCWDF!
Translation: Move Yuh BomboBloodclaat Wid Dat Fuckery
OR as you African Americans would say GTFOH!
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Tanya E. Taylor 
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