You're So Dark: A Recollection of a Colorist Household

dear asian youth,

when i reminisce about my childhood

old film photographs

grainy video recordings

i should be able to look upon my memories

with nostalgia, fondness, happiness

like looking through a snowglobe where

time stands still

yet, when i think back to the days where i’d play outside with my friends from noon till dawn

i can only remember my mother and father saying, “you’re so dark.”

“you need to stop going out in the sun, or you’ll be black!”

“keep your skin fair, so people will think you’re beautiful and not dirty”

i wondered for years why my mother slathered sunscreen onto my golden skin

even though i had already applied some minutes before

i pondered for years why my parents snickered when i came home with skin tarnished by the sun