my skin is my prison
"how much is too much"
i ask my mirror
whilst i cake on the makeup
too light for my skin
they dont want me because
i dont look like them
i am the alien with
my brown skin and
big lips and d cup bra
and excess of hair
i trespassed on their territory
i stole their society
now i serve my sentence
guilty as charged
a coloured alien
prisoner of my own skin
in a world of white and blonde
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