skin color

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I wish the color of my skin was a blessing in society's eyes. Just because I'm not freak'n pale. Maybe, if I was darker I would get more hate. I don't know much about football.
Wordsworth and Coleridge taught me some things On appreciating nature and to love what life brings. Wordsworth left his home to travel to beautiful places. He beheld the beauty and let it inspire all his poetry’s faces.
Wordsworth and Coleridge taught me some things On appreciating nature and to love what life brings. Wordsworth left his home to travel to beautiful places. He beheld the beauty and let it inspire all his poetry’s faces.
On the day my little brother begins to see race. I'd like to think he will be ready for the talk I'll give him. I'd like to think he will be ready to carry the weight of all the self-love I will place onto his shoulders.
  You become obsessedwith papaya soap.12 years old. Pampaputi,they say.for your armpits.for your elbows.for your knees.for your…body.
Racism A problem that surfaced since the beginning of time,
When you're a child You colored outside the lines In green, blue, orange, and yellow You never paid any attention to the crayon you picked up So why is it that now When your voice matters the most
I am awake, I am alive. Have I been forgiven for the sins I never committed? Have I been judged for the non-existent lies that I told? The truth is among us, but has it set me free? No...
Don't let the skin color fool you./I'm not who you think I am-/Nor who I ever pretended to be./My ancestors weren't cowboys./They were the fishermen/and weavers of a history/I never knew./And maybe I'll never know it./I'll never be the matriarch o
I love your brown skin I can't wait to see you again Again to see your brown skin Marred by the stormy weather discrimination Oh you know I love your brown skin Some will call you a yellow bone,
I blame you You are why they lower their expectations Why they say “Hey grrr” instead of “Hey girl” around me Why they assume I’m poor Why they talk down to me
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I am no longer the beautifully tinted woman that grew up between the tropical trees and vines of the most alluring forests.
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