Don't Judge

French vanilla is what they see of me

and has always viewed me as

lack of sun is what they may say

but African American is me all the way

the background of my family is what I would

say to be a cocoa brown or soft shade of mocha

not to be jugded by the skin you're in

but what is inside that counts

a dash of love

a pinch of perfection

and overflow of heart

and for one that views that any differently

is not a patron of what they could see in my

solitude of my beautiful black art


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