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“When a white man goes to the pub, he is a socializer; a Brown man in a bar is a drunkard. A white arrogant man is an alpha male; headstrong Indians are pricks. A white man sleeping around is a lover; an Indian on multiple dates is a womanizer. White men make love, we Brown Indians f*ck”
― Merlin Franco, Saint Richard Parker

“Flowers of the garden are
Flashy, fragrant, and fair
But
Yearn ye not, my bairn
They live at the mercy of man”
― Merlin Franco, Saint Richard Parker

“Women with dark skin are sharing selfies on social media after decades of being underrepresented in the mainstream media.

From what I have observed much of the dark skin adoration on social media appears to come from us - black women. We tend to use the appreciation hashtags with our own pictures of photographs of dark skin women whom we feel are stunning.

While I am loving this fierceness.. There is just one sidetone to this revolution: I feel as if we are much more appreciated if we show more skin. The timelines are filled with absolutely beautiful dark-skinned women but most sadly most of the time they are all oiled up and showing their body parts in different angles.

Now, I am definitely in to art and as a model I know that this comes with the territory. But we most not forget that we are Queens.. We need to stop degrading ourselves for likes on the gram. You don't have to be naked to show the world you're beautiful.
You my sister are an African Queen.

I feel as if black women are only appreciated if they wear very provocative clothes or if they do naked photoshoots. To me, it's degrading and reminds me of the time that we couldn't ride the bus because we were black. Women were seen as servants. The black women that weren't servants were sex slaves.

We are not objects, we are not meat and people need to stop looking at us as sex objects. BUT we need to start respecting ourselves first! A black woman is a woman first and it should not even be necessary to specify the colour but this is the society we live in and I feel like I had to share this.”
― Vanessa Ngoma

“Making me think I am a worthy crown
When all I really was â€� just brown”
― Sijdah Hussain, Red Sugar, No More

“In his lifetime, he had seen enough injustice to know the world was cold and remorseless and didn’t care one fig about the happiness of people. He tried to live a good life and devote that life to helping others, but he never thought the world would reward him for his efforts. Such a thought would be the ultimate in self-deluding self-aggrandizement, for why would the world care one iota about him?”
― Ray Smith, The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen

“I tell my daughter all the time - I love your beautiful brown skin and your beautiful tightly curled hair. When our daughters know that their fathers view them as beautiful, it cultivates healthy confidence and that stays with them into adulthood.”
― Hendrith Vanlon Smith Jr

“I was examining the perfumed, coloured candles guaranteed to bring good fortune with continued use when a lovely mocha-skinned girl came in from the back room and stood behind the counter. She wore a white smock over her dress and looked about nineteen or twenty. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the colour of polished mahogany. A number of thin, silver hoops jingled on her fine-boned wrist. "May I help you?" she asked. Just beneath her carefully modulated diction lingered the melodic calypso lilt of the Caribbean.”
― William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel

“Skin the colour of chestnuts”
― Bernard Cornwell, The Last Kingdom

“The reality of this wide-eyed caramel-coloured wonder was arresting. This was the future, alive and kicking in my arms.”
― Camilla Gibb, Sweetness in the Belly