darkskin
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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
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
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
