When Mikki asked me to write a song for “brown skin ladies”, I was reminded of an old flame. I used to marvel at this girl’s beautiful, dark skin. In my mind, she was a chosen child of the sun; she’d been given gifts I had not, and I could only bear witness. The only gift I truly gave her in our short time together was the belief that she was beautiful because of her skin, not in spite of it. Mikki—and whoever else is listening—I hope you enjoy. — Kavalier
Romance With The Sun
I can see that you and your blood
have a romance with the sun.
And I don’t know when white became clean;
it seems sad and lonely to me.
Beauty, I’d like to learn from your skin.
If freckles are a kiss from above,
then the stars must love all your parts.
You fill my eyes, dark and deep.
I want you in my arms while I sleep.
I was born in a glass case,
safe from the world’s true face.
But I wish you would tell me, my wildflower,
how it feels to grow with your own power.
Won’t you invite me in—
to your romance with the sun?