Brown Skin

My brown skin.

Some would say it defines me,

But do not know what is within.

 

My melenated skin. 

I believe that is not fair,

But what do others care ?

 

It is sad to say it is that way, 

But all I can do is accept that fate.

 

The brown skin I am in

Inspires me to excel, 

For many would not predict my wins.

 

The melanated skin I wear, 

Is said not to tear. 

Invisbly it does, because of what it was.

 

My brown skin.

It does not define me

Or show what is within. 

 

I have made it clear, 

my inspiration is my brown skin, did you adhere ?

This poem is about: 
Me

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