Change Me

I don't want to change my hair,
Just because you say all black girl's hair is supposed to be straight.
I don't want to change my eyes,
Just because you like the hue of blue.
I don't want to change my skin,
Just because you say my brown skin isn't in today.
I don't want want to change my race,
Even though we have had to endure all the pain and suffering because all of that has lead to where we are today.
And I don't want to change a thing about me,
Not a hair on my head, not a single skin cell, not my eyes, and not my personality.
Because I am me,
Beautiful, simple me.

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