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It's been years now but, the words still hurt like it was yesterday. I am grown now but, why do I still feel this childish hurt everday. I say im happy but, I still find myself in the back of the room or comfortable only in the shadows.
To be free in me, poetry has taught me To express the light in me, the God in me, the beauty in me Shining brightly through me All these, poetry has taught me
golden girl you are more your skin smoother than the finest belgian chocolate it glows like
There once was a beautiful queen She had skin like honey, eyes like emerald, and hair as big as cotton candy. She was so beautiful and kings traveled far and wide to make her their bride.
Visualization is all I see I visualize us of being free Tears and shawdows of all the dark dreams Maybe I just want us to be alive and free. Being who you are and remaining true
My dark skin isn't a sin. Your perception of my obscure color is what you have within, and when I look at my reflection, I'm in love with my complexion.
There are days where I start slow and finish fast There are days where I start fast and finish slow But regardless of how I finish, I am still standing Alive and Kicking, despite what life throws at me
Flawless sin Covered in Dark Skin
All I did was love you While you snuck out and gave your love to another But all she wanted was your money And now look who's the sucker After you made me sign that waiver
Im not a pefect girl; Never have been, never will be. With this statement,
When I was growing up, I was told to always fight for what I believe in. Whether it's for the greater good or for sin. But when I entered school, I was told to think differently. To just be a good person and not to express myself publicly.
Look at me for who I am and not what you want me to be.It isn't fair that
Being Darkskin In This World Today Is Harder Than Any Other Pain That Comes Your Way You Would Think After Segregation Was Over The Color Of Your Skin Wouldn't Matter LIESSS
"You're pretty for a darkskin girl"
He called her ugly. He believes she is ugly. He hurts her. He is ugly. She is beautiful. She is strong. She loved him. He is ugly.
I realize it is this skin! For some unspoken words it is this skin Does it bare a mark of ancestral sin? How when they built this country on their bakcs and tears and blood.
Here is a word, or maybe some more I guarantee, simple is bold We see the unseen And feel the signals The signals of heart But there are choices Choices to be made
What is Beauty? Is it what your face holds Or is it skin deep within our soul. In our society Being Thin is in Lighter Skin and other countless things. What happens to the other girls
There’s Segregation with dark skin and light skin and everything in between I really don’t think this was Martin’s dream He wanted one nation, one people, one heart But instead we have our own blood tearing each other apart