Melanin Beauty
By Flowerchild
What the hell did we do to you, why does our melanin beauty annoy you?
Is it the hate that you were born into, or is this just the person you grew into?
I feel sad for you, as ignorance is not an excuse for the hate that you produce
You wanna kill us because you envy us; you wanna relate to us, but you can't get past your hate for us. You don't understand the strength of the melanin ancestry within us.
You degrade us because you're envious, deep down inside you, wanna be us.
Our glowing melanin skin, the skin you wanna be in, you tan to be darker, closer to our melanin
When you walk past, I'll grab my bag and shudder in fear, I don't know what you're capable of, so consumed with envy as if it's trendy, yet so unfriendly
Those lip and butt injections, those braids and dreads in your hair, you dare to wear as if we shouldn't care.
So when you see us, stop your judgemental stare, it's so unfair, are you even aware or do you even care?
And stop coming for us when you're trying to mimic us, or is it an automatic impulse that you must learn to adjust?
About the Creator
FlowerChild Fee
Felicia "FlowerChild Fee" Powell considers herself a flower child with an engaging soul and an opinionated mind, writing engaging health, lifestyle content and more. Visit her website. https://healthfullyfabulous.wixsite.com/flowerchildfee
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