Me

Lips red as blood and skin white as snow

With hair as black as the solid night sky

Just as hers does, I want my skin to glow

For hair dark as hers, I need bleach and dye.

 

She fits her foot in a small glass slipper

And her fairy godmother saves the day

Why can’t my foot be so dainty like her

And where is the savior I need today?

 

A beauty fell asleep for days on end

Her prince came to save her, he climbed each flight

To be saved like this, I only pretend

And unlike her, I can’t sleep through the night.

 

I put these women on a pedestal

Sometimes I think I’m not like them at all.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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