I wake up every morning
Feeling like I don't belong
In this world of chaos and confusion
Where I struggle to find my place
And make sense of it all
I look in the mirror
And see a reflection of who I am
A person with a story to tell
But one that goes unheard
In a world that values
Only what is on the surface
My skin, a shade darker than most
Holds a history and a richness
That you will never understand
It carries the weight of generations
Of struggles and triumphs
Of pain and resilience
My skin is worth more
Than you will ever know
It tells a story of survival
Of strength and resilience
Of a people who have overcome
Countless obstacles and hardships
But in a world that judges
Based on outward appearances
I am made to feel like an outsider
Like I don't belong
Like my skin is a mark
Of something less than
But I refuse to be defined
By the narrow-minded views
Of those who cannot see
The beauty and the worth
That lies beneath the surface
Of my skin
I am proud of who I am
Proud of where I come from
And the rich tapestry
Of cultures and traditions
That make up my identity
So I will stand tall
And embrace my uniqueness
I will not apologize
For the color of my skin
For it is a part of me
And worth so much more
Than you will ever know.
- Author: Santajah Douglass (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 21st, 2024 02:20
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 5
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