With my brown skin and tight curls
I'm cursed in the world, that I was placed in
Trapped in today, and fearing tomorrow
In love with the pain, but sorrow is a big pill to swallow
And still, those who have sinned cast stones upon me
They’re disobedient
I'm disobedient
Because although I hear, I cant see
I've been blinded
By the stereotypical things
That was placed on me, even before I was born
But somehow this world was able to enslave me
With my brown skin
Look, daddy, yes
Look at me
Another statistic
It started when you left me
And I don’t know how to love
But here I am with 2 babies
By 2 different men
That will never love me
I am not worthy
How can I know my worth
When every good thing
Jumps right over me
Like a rusted penny heads down
Awaiting anyone’s company
I hate being alone, but I love the silence
Much like the feel of him caressing my pretty brown skin
Brown skin that reveals every dream
Shot down with scars
Its hunting session
And tonight being served are my goals
Alongside ambitions with my happiness as garnish
To those who can't seem to accept me for me
But tell it like it is at every gathering
Now the dinner table becomes the courtroom
And I'm convicted
Because of the conflictions
Between my mind and soul
But as I go with feet planted
Like tree roots feeding off my pain
As the wind blows I lose my grip
Fall to my knees
And beg to the Lord
To heal my brown skin
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Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2022 00:18
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Comments2
it is, not
Your Skin
that needs healing
it's those warped Mindsets
of a callous world
that has you convinced
your circumstances
are born of your failings, Alone
they're not!
It's they
who make You
think like that, that
need healing...
Look, around you dear poet
stand proud, tiptoe
if you must
stare back at those accusatory eyes
you see, their snap decision
judgemental idiocy, flicker
and that hatred, unravel...
Beyond those, ugly
faces of fear
exist, true connections
search for them
hunt them down
and see your reflection
for the entity
of diverse individuality, it is
and rejoice
in your brown chocolate
of sweetness and heritage
of defiant, uniqueness...
We, are not our skin
nor our height
or attractiveness
or names
We
are, All
so - so, much more:
'Its hunting session
And tonight being served are my goals
Alongside ambitions with my happiness as garnish
To those who can't seem to accept me for me'..
so, what
Fuck'em!
do You!
you have just, one
fleeting life
don't waste it
on those, who don't
deserve it!!!
(thanks for sharing
stay strong, dear Poet)
I must admit, racism is only here for destruction, nothing else. Those who believe that it is the color of one's skin that is the problem are the ones who were risen in discombobulated families. Justice and equality isn't real until everyone is seen the same, despite color or other superficial factors. I fight for human rights with my poems, and I see you do too. This world is in need of change, not the victims. Stay strong dear poet
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