My skin screams Melanin

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I was born with to much Melanin

Melanin! Melanin! MELANIN!

I'm reminded every day that I should've been born with less melanin.

Maybe if my nose, or maybe if my hair, or even if my eyes.....Aw well, Nevermind!!

I will never be anything else but what people see--

Melanin.

I can change my hair, I can get all A's in school, or even be the smartest kid in the world

but my complexion is what people will only see.

My complexion is what ruins me.

 

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