What I see: A beautiful woman of African descent in a glittering brown dress, holding a brown drink in hands with many rings.
What I feel: I realize the drink is the focus of the picture, I would hate to be even a little tipsy and be seen like that, given the history of how African American women are still considered consumables by many men. I hate that I cannot see the most humanizing thing about her: her eyes.
“That's a brown sugar woman right there,” one friend said to another, “and I'm thirsty.”
The second friend silently tracked his friend's eyes.
“He never met her eyes,” second friend said to the police. “That's how I knew he would hurt her, and I knew I had to stop him.”
