As a child, i was told to alter myself
I was told that being big wasn’t good for my health
I was told that a natural fro wasn’t cute
But i am black and these are my roots
Being black, i have been told all kinds of words
I covered my ears but alas i heard
I heard all the things that a child shouldn’t hear
But i had to remain strong, no i couldn’t shed a tear
How could you tell me black isn’t beautiful
How could you say that a black woman isn’t suitable
Black is within me, coursing through my veins
If i weren’t black, i’d probably go insane
I love my skin tone, as it is a part of me
It took me awhile to know just how beautiful black could be
Please don’t tell me i’m ugly because of my skin
Because i’ll just tell you that i’m proud of the skin i'm in.
About the Creator
scherasade lewis
I'm just a kid in high school looking to change the world with a few words.
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