Living In Black Skin
A short poem written by Georgette Smith
I can’t go outside because I’m frightened.
The color of my skin shines so bright and that offends you.
Or maybe it’s the way I talk; with twang in my slang, chest held high, and loud music as a go too.
What about my clothes, that disgust you?
Is it because they were passed down from mom, sister, cousin, and now they’re mine to sport too?
I love my nappy hair, but you despise it.
These kinky-curls spiral into an Afro; just the way I like it. But, you can’t see me.
You are misguided and guilty.
Your hate for me is unconditional; as if my looks are really that pivotal.
Or maybe it is.
Does the color of my skin disturb your insecurities?
Do these lips, nose, and big brown eyes dilute your maturity?
I want to know because I am confident in my skin and afraid at the same time.
I want to live life but don’t know when somebody will take mine.
All these senseless killings and racial injustice.
Just the other day, a police officer was the culprit.
We are not safe anywhere and that’s the saddest,
I just want to live in a world where color is banished...
- Georgette Smith
About the Creator
Georgette Smith
I am a 24 year old entrepreneur, innovator, and curator. There is nothing I can not do. If I can Dream it, then I can Achieve it! - G.Smith
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