we all have skin.

some skin tight

some skin loose

sometimes wrinkly, sometimes smooth—


but my skin is Brown

and to society that is not the sAme;


i am taught

no CondiTioned:

Brown is not beautiful

Brown is not smart

Brown has no voice

And Brown is always at fault


i’ll never succeed because i have br—




Enough of this oppression.

Enough of this self doubt.

 Today is the day I teach myself about the color brown



For this is the color of MY skin…


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Very strong. I like how at the end you said "Stop." and "Enough." This is a wonderful poem.