His Dual Nature

'...The sun relentlessly poured out upon his bare back. Arched over a wide piece of parched wood, his sweat dripped on the wood, bringing the log to recollect its days as a sturdy, watered tree...'


Dear Melanin

'...I know all you are is a pigment produced in the basal layer of my epidermis. But they use you to define my cognitive ability, my temperament , my financial status and my worth. It's not your fault, but I need you to not be so visible....'