Black.

My hair is black, and now so is the rest of my body. Not all of it, just the parts of it that were unfortunate enough to be exposed to the wrath of the midday sun. Therefore my skin is now two shades. No, make that three. My arms are darker than my shoulders and my chest is lighter than my shoulders and my arms. I look a sight. I can blend into my cupboard now. Fairness Creams will squeal when they see me. Actually, shriek. I doubt even the Bean's homemade facial mask can cure me, cure any of us now.

But, black is back. There's no such rubbish as 'Pink is the new black' or 'Black is out, green is in' because black will always be black. No two shades about that. Forever and ever, black has stood the test of time and will always be 'IN'. It's cool. Therefore we are cool. All us kaluas, darkened by the melanin pigments in our skin, angered by the scorching of the sun's rays, are cool. Because black is in and black will always be black.