Hair
Mommy, I love your silky hair.
Why do others see mine and stare?
Why is it, your skin is so light?
Why am I called black and you called white?
Why do others say you’re not my mom?
Hey look, we match here in our palms.
Oh baby girl, where do I start?
We look different but are same in heart.
Moms or dads, daughters or sons,
we don’t have to look alike to be of one.
Children are a blend of their parent,
And sometimes it’s not always apparent.
You have creamy beautiful skin!
Be proud but remember you are what is within.
About the Creator
Felista Estep Sutherland
I’m here to offer my creations created in a place far beyond my own modern reality, a place that is past the perceived hells and in a magical space of total existence, that holds no laws, no boundaries and only infinite possibilities.
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