Confession of a Dark Skinned Girl
Confession of a Dark Skinned Girl
In 90secs
By: Josee S. Etienne
Her name is uniquely faithful but comes off unwanted
Her birthplace off of the map leaving her voice far far away from conceited
Her skin darker than dark, making her camouflage along with the suicidal thoughts
Her love for herself bitter than most
Her soul of happiness found at a cost
Her need of affection hidden, and buried
Self-happiness secondary
The words “you`re pretty for a black girl” triggers her mind like a never ending song
Her hair rough, kinky, and she cuts it as often as possible never letting it grow long
She tries so hard to hide it, making mirrors her biggest fear
Afraid of the world finding out her hatred for herself is still a mere.
Her skin was a reminder that only the poor gets dark
Because hard work under the Sun never came off as pride
Leaving her to believe that a dark skin, can never be a bride.
She puts herself in third person always, because she would hate to narrate her own story
She runs away from the idea of happiness, instead she admire the self -hate just as gory.
But can you blame her, she was told instead of loving a skin that glows like the sterling night
She should abhor a skin that has no political right.
I don’t wanna talk right now, cause I`m sorta faded, I wouldn`t want to love right cause I`m kinda jaded.
Because being dark in this society, doesn`t make you a person. It makes you a minority.
Instead of a skin color that symbolizes a naturally occurring human skin color
It’s a skin that needs more exposure, more composure, and in need of a chauffeur.
Because being dark, always means we`re not enough. Just like I wasn`t good enough for you.
I`m just another dark skinned girl, waiting for it all to cease. It`s no longer judging If it`s already embedded in your heads, body and burdens.
Confession of a dark skinned in 90seconds means; make it stop!
