A little color, they said
it would be nice, they said
how about a tan, they said
you're too pale, they said
you have freckles, they said
and red hair, they said
Why don't you tan, they said
You're too pale, they said
Why can't I, I said
I am so ugly, I said
I love their skin, I said
I should dye my hair, I said
I should use tanner, I said
I burned my skin, I said
I ruined my hair, I said
My skin, I said
MY SKIN!, I said
I LOVE my skin, I said
I LOVE your skin, I said
It's your skin, they said
Love the skin you're in.
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