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Our skin


My community and I have one thing in common: our skin

Some may think its a sin

Not the fact that we have skin, but the color of it

By seeing with your eyes, you wouldn't think we had wit

We challenge you

Why many thought we were pushovers, not a clue

We are brown

Upon our heads, we deserve to carry a crown

Proud and victorious

After all we faced, our lives are now glorious

We strut

Quiet, we are anything but

Don't forget to remember, we are black

No matter the pain, we don't crack

We are the color of chocolate: rich and creamy  

At a point, you're torturing got so bad we needed someone to save us, a genie

The genie came, and it came hard

You were left unbarred

We fount our genie in each other

Our sister, mother, and brother

Martin Luther King Jr, Malcolm X, James Foreman, Rosa Parks, and many more

We wanted to sore

We wanted to be free

We just didn’t have the key

You wore your whiteness like a pendant

We don’t need an owner, we are independent

We don’t need a sire

We sung our pain out together in synchrony, a choir

Living and being happy shouldn’t have to be a chore

We roared as loud as a boar

We made the gates and doors you hid behind disappear

We made you hear

How you treat us is not acceptable

Hate is an easy feeling to feel, perceptible

White chocolate

Milk chocolate

Dark chocolate  

Cocoa chocolate, which I think is the best chocolate there is

He owns us all, his

It shouldn’t matter the color of our skin

What should matter is where we’ve been

From our battles, we have scars that prove our strength from within

Admit your failure and wrongs, take them on the chin

Being black is hard

From the deck we have to pick, a card

Strong black women are seen as scary

You were always prepared, wary

Excited black men are always thought to pull out a gun

Death follow these assumptions, one-by-one

Black kids are thought to be trouble-makers

We have more to us than what you see, layers

We are always in the wrong

We won’t let you knock us down again, we are headstrong

Because of our skin

We cried

We suffered

We died

But we also survived

We are strong

But together we are stronger

We are a kin

We stand tall and confident like a tower

Our nickname might as well be power

Because with it, we rule the world

We shine beauty; impearled

With our bare hands, we can take down any kingdom

The views of a large number of people based on one particular thing; opinion

Live what we’ve lived before you talk

Whites didn’t like us so much, in Alabama there was a roadblock

On the outside we may bleed

But on the inside we proceed

This goes to show you: don’t mess with us

So far gone will be the chance to discuss

We are a unity

I love my community

Together, we passed the quiz

If that isn't a healthy relationship, I don't know what is

My community and I have one thing in common: our skin

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UntoldStories

I am a twin. My sister and I are identical. I am an introvert but I am working to overcome it. I like to think of myself a creative and skintillful. Whether it be in food, what clothes I wear or anything else.

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UntoldStories
<p>I like the our skin at the beginning and end</p>

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