I am Brown, I wouldn’t want to be anything else. I am nature. Green tries to say she is but it’s just on loan. I am earth, wood, bark, detritus, compost, dust, even Green ends up brown. I am shit and proud of it.
I am fur, I am skin. When humans arrived they were black, yellow of white. Not anymore. There is a new addition, me. Every day the population grows, brown, coffee coloured babies, the product of mixed race. One day the whole population will be a shade of brown. I am the dominant colour, I will always be to the fore.
If you know me you would know how mysterious I am, I am Mother Earth. I am Autumn, I am Winter, I am early Spring. My tentacles spread everywhere, into every crevice. They try to cover me up, to clean me away but I always win in the end. Some love me, waxing me, bringing out my beautiful hues and shades. Some colour me with their stains from mahogany to pine.
Have you ever smelt me? Of course you have. I’m not nice, you won’t find an aerosol with brown in it. You will also have heard me and felt me. Yes every day, but you would probably rather have not. I’m your first shit of the day. Yes that’s me, smelly, squidgy, dirty, and harmful, and I’ll still be there at the end of the day.
I don’t need the adornment of bright colours, dull is the order of the day. We stand together us females, all brown, sparrows, black birds, pheasants leave the bright colours for those show off males. No we’re brown, dependable and solid.