Always underestimated 

Because they don’t match the glistening blue of the ocean

Not as rare as the blue and green gems others carry

Not like Alexandrite

Or blue Zircon

Never got complimented

Or pointed out

They’re like the shadows 

That follow our every move

Like the amber honey we take advantage of

To sweeten our teas and fruits  

Like the almonds 

Stored in the back of my pantry

They allow me to see the colors that make up the world

That brighten life

Oh, the beautiful brown

Brown like my hair

That make people stare and comment 

“What a pajón”

“Just brush it”

Or “Just straighten it”

How I always wished I had their blonde silky hair

Envy possessing my body

To burn the strands 

That once looped in the air

To burn the pain 

Of not looking like you

As the years, and months passed by 

     My sympathy grew

Oh, the beautiful brown

      I am sorry

I felt as if I was freed

From the chains

As I let the hair loose

Let it create its own path

Oh, the beautiful brown

   How glad I am 

That I never let you go