The Color of My Skin

Mon, 10/29/2018 - 18:32 -- Nyahkt

The color of my skin determines where I will go in life 
It determines what i will become
It determines how much respect I receive 
It determines how I'm looked upon 
It determines how much money I make
My skin keeps me oppressed 
The color of my skin shouts you're not accepted every time I look in the mirror.
The color of my face affects the way people react when I smile at them.
As people of color in America,
We are faced with racism, discrimination, hatred, and ignorance on a daily.
Looked upon as if we have caused all the evil in this world.

To me, my skin color makes me who I am
My skin makes me beautiful 
Every time I look in the mirror I am reminded that I am a queen
My skin color accentuates my personality 
The color of my skin is beautiful just the way it is and I would never wish to change it.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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