The way I look should not matter

But it does

In this society my face is ugly and therefore

My heart is not filled with love

For my beholder has hurt my pride 

And has made me feel ugly 

Deep inside.

I look at the mirror and I hate my eyes

Brown like chocolate

My skin dark like the night

And for this you tell me I am ugly.

That I am not of worth.

You tell me that all my people are inferior on this earth.

 

Now I am in pain because I feel l am not beautiful

That a girl with hair like hay

With eyes that are covered with a curtain of blue

Is more beautiful than anyone I ever knew.

Now I want these eyes so I may see the good.

The good in society and live a life

I never thought I could.

I want these eyes so that I can feel a sense of pride

When I walk through the streets

With the blue tint in my eyes.

Then people will turn and smile

Rather than look away in disgust.

Then I can relate to those young girls on the shows

And have more friends on the bus.

 

Maybe with these blue eyes 

Society will love me

Maybe with these blue eyes 

I will be accepted by the god above me.

 

Yet because of my features

I now face adversity and strife

Because society does not deem me beautiful

I have a much harder life.

 

Dedicated to Toni Morrison