A Black Girl's Journey

Lightskin was my dream

Ignorant to my beauty

My reflction was my nightmare

But I lived in darkskin 

Brown as can be

My skin was my hated reality

How can I live with such low self esteem

Then I blossomed into my found identity

Soon starting to love who I was

No longer did I hope for lightskin

I began loving my reflection

My skin was no longer my pain but my joy

Darkskin Brownskin Its My Skin

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

linux20

Like this, proud of the skin we wear as Black

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