A Black Girl's Journey
Lightskin was my dream
Ignorant to my beauty
My reflction was my nightmare
But I lived in darkskin
Brown as can be
My skin was my hated reality
How can I live with such low self esteem
Then I blossomed into my found identity
Soon starting to love who I was
No longer did I hope for lightskin
I began loving my reflection
My skin was no longer my pain but my joy
Darkskin Brownskin Its My Skin
This poem is about:
Me