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Is it me or is the new black, brown?
Brown is the new black, or so I hear.
Faces, eyes, skin, moving shapes, all brown.
Yes, even the earth was brown.
Many hues of brown,
The huts were brown.
The straw roofs, brown .
Smiles were not brown, they were happy, wide and white.
It’s always been my favorite black, for formal wear - I mean.
It’s softer, less severe.
It bends and molds more readily.
The camels were brown,
The wild dogs were brown,
The wadi was brown.
I am brown but comely.
Was the `Shulammite’ shamed by brown?
I am brown and comely, now that is what I’d say.
I grew up with brown.
My father was brown.
All my teachers were brown.
Prime Ministers, presidents, pastors, all brown.
So brown is beauty to me.
Miss Carnival queen was brown.
Its so alive, so many shades and hues and tones.
Its softer, its family, its me!
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