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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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