Thy self

Makeup can be just an
Inexpensive surgical treatment
Seeking to pleasure your need
To please a society full of greed 
Concealing every piece of their identity
So deeply rooted in your souls 
Your ancestors struggled to keep 
Strong through the storm 
And you can't even 
Acknowledge their existence
By chizzling their features
To become less distinctive
Distinctively black
This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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