How could it be
Delicate and smooth
Purposed in youth
Yet perceived as ugly
Young girls intimidated by what they see
Other races fight cosmetics trying to be
Looking in this mirror, a reflection of me
Yet I believe it’s ugly
Adolescent teens struggling with right and wrong
Young boys having to decide which side to be on
Grown men and women indecisive of their image
Yet I’m relieved to believe, I’m ugly
Late twenties, black skin complexed
Waning self-esteem but educated
Hard working and dedicated
And daily I am expected to love the skin I am in
My color has impacted nations and societies for generations
to come
History is constantly forming and changing
As if every belief I can remember is still staining
Black skin, Oh you have never let me down
Many years of wearing you
Yet I am supposed to remove the strength of you
How could it be
Honest and true
In side and out
Black skin, you are vibrant and wonderful in all things you
do.
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