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Skin. The reason we're all here. The thing that keeps us together. Please come off. I do not wish to be here much longer. I wish to hover above all of the other hopeless people. Wanting to hear their thoughts.
Do not tell me to love the skin I’m in,
When everyone around me does not.
It would be bullshit to say they don’t matter.
Because I’ve heard it my entire life.
Who the hell made you queen?
You have a comment on everything
Never a smile, only a frown
All you do is tear us down
You only scream and yell
Making a cheerleader's life a living hell
Skin is nothing more than a covering for our bodies
Complete with different shades and degrees
Absolute black and white doesn't exist here
Your skin ugh. So black so filthy, murky.
But did I ask you your opinion?
Your assurance that my skin is any less than what I'm assured it is?
Oh No!
I look at my arm and see glowing amber skin
Bright green eyes, curvy figure, long hair and thin lips
Anyone can see that I am mixed within
