Color

Tue, 09/17/2019 - 18:19 -- daisys

I wish the color of my skin was a blessing in society's eyes.

Just because I'm not freak'n pale.

Maybe, if I was darker I would get more hate.

I don't know much about football.

I'm not a VSCO girl, and I don't need to get a tan for the instagram post.

I'm a girl of color.

I'm so native that it doesn't even look like I speak spanish.

Or, so they say.

I'm a mix of Native American, Aztec, Indian, and Mexican.

And, it's probably true.

My hair is so black like a raven's.

My eyes look coal black, but they're chocolate brown in the sunlight.

This is me.

Maybe, they want someone lighter and more fair.

But, I can't be that.

I can only be me.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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