Brown Skin
My brown skin
It is hard to be in
Growing up in a world that thinks
We shouldn't be here
My brown skin makes me the loudest
My brown skin almost makes me the proudest
Brown skin isn't a flaw
My brown skin I have joy in
Brown skin makes you a threat
It's beauty at it's best
My brown skin makes me push harder
Fighting for what the society is taking
They kill us because of our brown skin
And others think its a trend
Use to talk about my lip
Cause they weren't thin
Saying Racism is over
But it really only began
Brown skin is not a trend
It's something greatness is in
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