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Because of my skin tone I'm considered another ethnicity Because of my skin tone I'm judged for wanting the traditional values of my heritage
Gazing at the long mirror that attaches to my beige dresser I have a serious, yet soft look on my face Three hours of getting ready
the blood in my veins are the tears that cry out from the lacerations on your heart. i see the ones on your wrist and i say to myself, "has she never felt love?"
White turns to black. Hearts began to crack. Eyes filled with salty tears, one of their biggest fears. Open casket, scared to see. A young girl staring back at me. For then I knew, the girl looking back, was me. - A.B
So many people, Fear themselves ‘I am ugly, but I want to be loved These words I shall repeat Until they are untrue’