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As a young girl I'd "see" That the little white girls around me Were what I should achieve to be Straight hair, colored eyes And skin shades lighter than mine
Dear Jackson, Picture this, soft. thin arms dainty wrists baby pink a soft pink, the kind that glows on the skin, and grows in the cheeks.
I am five and I sit across my mother’s lap Praying for a human toy to assuage The eternal boredom that is my loneliness. I am six and I hold a baby girl in my arms as I pray to God to never let her grow
Young girl, 14 years old
Poetry...words that merely chose me Opened my eyes and heart in ways the world cannot see I was lost...trapped in sadness that would last Fought continuously with the darkness of my past