Dark skin

As a young kid, I was taunted for my chocolate- toned skin. As a young kid, My bullies would try to break me, and I would bend. They would shut off the lights and ask where did I go. They would tell me to open my eyes to see if they would glow. Glow in the dark, the bullies were cruel. They happened to be the reason I skipped school. They said it looked like I was covered in mud and that I looked dirty as if I had not been in the bathtub. I would go home and cry, even thought suicide, but my mother reassured me that I was beautiful in her eyes.  It made me insecure, and it made me hate my skin. I wished to get it bleached and made as light as my friends. Only a kid hated what they could not control, and that is a fact. Special shoutout to my mother because she always had my back. I became accepting of my skin, in fact, my favorite feature. I never doubted my skin again because I like my dark deeper. I cared what they thought and that was my downfall. Dark girls are beautiful, that is all.