I'm tired of it. Yes, those are words for commodities. Well, many of them were our commodities to start with. I'm tired of letting myself be robbed of the joy of the sensuous associations they carry. I'm reclaiming my right to revel in our skins. I'm (re)claiming the chocolate, the cinnabar, the sandalwood. The henna, the mahogany, the brown sugar. The honey, the caramel, the copper.
(The image, by the way, is of an old Barbados penny.)