Vanilla & Chocolate

The craziest thing is this: not knowing there are differences.
When I was 6 and moved to California I did not know differences existed.
What I saw was white... vanilla and nothing else. I knew and loved chocolate.
I knew the complexities of chocolate's taste upon my tongue made me love it
More than vanilla - but I didn't know it existed in skin... was that a sin I
Found myself in? I was a child. Not judging; not caring that the kids I played
With had different colors I thought I'd acquire from sitting awhile in the sun.
I was told, "When you move to California you will get a dark tan."
And so it went without saying I didn't go a day with staring at my skin
Whilst whiling away the hours on the sidewalk in a swimsuit awaiting the
Glow to explode upon my skin... there was this freckle, my babysitter told me,
"Would grow and cover my skin the same color..." Again I sat, stared and
Waited... Nothing. Then when she showed up at my door shirtless and head fully braided -
I saw the chocolate everywhere and was amazed she was a he with cornrows!
Discovering then what I know now is: it's better to not know what you don't and
Uncover the truths at the front door to your new house, in a new town, with
New people and flavors that satisfy a deep, unknown craving coloring with broad
Strokes everything you know today... I'm happy to say I didn't know there were
Differences... that makes me different... who cares?