My Skin

My skin

cannot find its’ purpose

in newspapers

uncomfortable

it makes you

ashamed

guilt makes you look dirty

little girl

played slavery when she was seven

tar baby

brown stick around

black get back

baby made me feel shame

my skin

cannot find it’s Different

what is different?

i have to tell it

it’s over

Four hundred years ago or 2013

ago

oh my soul knows no

shame

go back to Africa

too different

not ready

not pure

not like home

Like here.

sadly

 

 

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