How do you describe my skin? Do you only describe me as light skinned? Do you not see the pain and scars that are visible to the surface? I know I'm not perfect... I'm different My skin is my shield hiding all the, pain, sorrow, the quilt? If I had patches for all my scars I could build a quilt, Learning, Slowly enough to keep up to the beat of my own poems, knowing that just being three shades lighter I'm not considered black? I'm different My appearance is Different That doesn't make me no more or no less than the average description of a black woman. I am Different Still remembering my roots like Kunta Kinte' I am different without a lean or the bling... How do you describe my skin? Do you only see me as light skinned? I see my light skin I am still black... I am different I will march like Martin Luther King! Take Rosa Parks' place, I may have light skin but I will march with the Black Panthers Holding my fist high in the air yelling BLACK POWER Singing to the top of my lungs devouring the Eiffel Tower with the soul in my voice I live the life I live by choice, Civil Rights? Not even a question, It's the purpose of my attitude I show appreciation to my ancestors Without them there would be no chance For you and me, Not even the person reading this only the other side of this screen We live the American Dream. How do you describe my skin?