oh, mama

I go to school, they make fun of me,

again 

again 

and again..

Mama says their just jealous 

I start to get insecure

Their words hit me like bullets 

like I've commited a crime

I've never felt so much hate before,

They tend to tell me that since I have a darker skin complexion I couldn't even afford a dime

A dime?

Their words hit me

They continue to say how my hair is so ugly because its too high

As their words strike me 

I am bleeding

I am wounded 

I go home shedding tears

Ma ask me whats wrong with her eyes full of fear

I bursted out

I couldn't bear it

Mama sits me on her lap

Then I find comfort 

Mama reads me a poem about a darkskin girl 

Her afro rised to the sky because it was closer to God

Her skin glowed in the sun 

Her brown eyes and 4c curls will flow when she would run

I fell in love with poetry

gazing at the words 

feeling a sign of comfort 

because of Mama and poetry i say

I am me