The color of my skin

                                                    The color of my skin

                                           a beautiful brass shining like a blinding star

                                            markings deep of pride,culture, and struggle  

                                     skinned covered in beautiful colors that catches a childs eye

                                               underneath are these scars throbbing

                                                     vicitms of history's past 

                                           creating a protective armour worn but never destroyed 

                                            different shades from light to dark my skin

                                       shared among many generations and cultures 

                                        songs,figures, point of view that represents our existence 

                                            a melting pot of learned and native history

                                           my skin belongs to no nation timeless  

                                                                   my skin 





This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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