No words..

they call me the dirt beneath their feet

the shadow behind their backs

how can I live

breath

eat and even

sleep with the thought of being nothing by people who are nothing

My steaming tears couldn't wash the dark pattern of my skin away

the beatings of verbal abuse couldn't scorn my skin away

I am stuck  , for life? 

I ask the only man in my life 

WHY? 

God, why must my flesh be so white but so dark?

Now grown and now once having wet tears

they have dried 

I realize this bautiful skin is the sweetest skin of all

This is who I am.  

The melanin that pours from my soul to my skin, into my heart is why I am happy. 

I am Beautiful 

I Am Beautiful 

I am Beautful