I am be demure in nature but I am still a tempest. My slim fit frame is wrapped with a criminally sweetened poundcake complexion. I’m armed with a fiercely soft gaze as my crescent shaped cocoa-colored eyes were perfectly toasted by the Sun and are as irresistible as my Hennessy soaked, saffron tinted lips. To put simply, I, Breyanah Mason, have an enchanting presence that lingers in a room long after I’m gone.
“I am dripping melanin and honey. I am black without apology.” – Upile Chisala
Photography by Greg Johnson