White and Tan

Faded. All summer my body sears until a crisp orangibrown but eventually the sun comes out less and so do I. Confined to dark rooms, my skin becomes lighter, losing the seasonal exotic tone, the one time of the year where I can be ambiguously diverse. Its not that I think that white is ugly, not at all. To me dark skin is like battle wounds. It shows that I have earned my potentially cancerous costume from endless sessions with my friend the sun. Never to I feel more me than when my dry, brown shoulders wrinkle and there is salt on my eyebrows. Then school starts, it gets cooler and my fading represents my mourning for the summer past. Good bye brown.