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I’ve always wondered what I look like to other people. Maybe, as I walk the halls, People only see my mottled grey-black skin and
The larking of the crows, Dawn: The dark days The tree's splitting shadow, obscure, silent Whips of black, crack the dull morning daze The breaking light crimson, almost violent
Colorism is a sore subject that everyone talks about It’s a sensitive matter and an issue that should be handled People judge others based on their skin color, type of hair or body image
mine is the house with the jungle yard,where snakes may catch you off your guard,but the snakes eat the rodents and the birds eat the bugs,and i peak at the school bus through a wet shrub,
Girl : Why can't I have this job? Boss : I don't like your hair, I said, it is too red. Girl : Is that a problem? Boss : It is not normal, you should come more formal.
I saw him on the corner of the street, Holding a sign, With the same words the rest of them say. What is he really going to use the money for? Everyone knows. I walked into the store, A child running up and down the aisles, His mother yelling....
When You Look at Me When you look at me What do you see? Am I short, tall The brightest of them all? Did you look at my hair From over there?
Who knows? maybe someday they'll say I was Beautiful in the breakdown. But if you ever read this let me say that My Pain is not reflected in My Appearance because
Hairy Armpits “Just wax, or shave, or pluck that hair.” Don’t you see I really don’t care? “Oh my god that’s so gross, ew!” They don’t bother me, why does it bother you?
Beauty Seeks its passion in every way,shape,and form. like a soft wind that blow,like every flower that blooms,like every inch of grass that grow, beauty seeks a rose. Like a kiss on the cheek,beauty seeks a rose.
Remember the times
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
I would truly love to know How I appear in your eyes From my form to my demeanor Your opinion would be nice Do I seem to fit in? Or even care about that at all You would be surprised to hear
My eyes do not “light up like the sunlight upon water,” My complexion is too blue and white and every girl is hotter, Society does not reward small chests like mine with glamour,
I was told that without the mane I carriedI wasn’t a lion anymoreJust a sheep.
Open the book first Before you judge it. It may be a habit or possibly a curse, Regardless don't speak about others, Unless you know them well, Close like brothers.
Take my eyes away and blanket me in darkness the world of color doesn't just belong to artists. I never knew blue or red or yellow what is this black you speak of fellow?
My reflection gives me a disappointed glance As I stare back at my appearance. I take a peek inside my head
Look in the mirror Look at what you see Do you see the same girl, The one that I see? When I look at you, I see a beautiful person I see the girl you are, The one you try to hide
"Who's the fairest?" They all ask. Deciding can be quite the task. Primping, smudging, popping pimples. Her hair is frizzy, oh but such cute dimples! Not him, not her, Oh and God not him. Did you see his crepey mole-rat skin?
I remember the days When a ponytail was good enough When contacts were for Sundays And makeup was only for special occasions