When I was younger I found out quickly that there was something wrong with my skin
Or was there something wrong with it?
I thought that something was wrong with my skin because the world behaved as though when I was standing in the dark I’d disappear.
They seemed to think that being very black was very funny.
I could NEVER see myself in the world
NOT EVEN my mother shared my shade
So how was I so different, so abnormal that God singled me out and painted me this Black?
Why was I the only one around me...
I have always had to try to prove my worth to the world because I was never seen as enough
Well let me tell you about me
The REAL me :
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