
Skin
we all have skin.
some skin tight
some skin loose
sometimes wrinkly, sometimes smooth—
but my skin is Brown
and to society that is not the sAme;
i am taught
no CondiTioned:
Brown is not beautiful
Brown is not smart
Brown has no voice
And Brown is always at fault
i’ll never succeed because i have br—
Stop.
Enough.
Enough of this oppression.
Enough of this self doubt.
Today is the day I teach myself about the color brown
For this is the color of MY skin…
This poem is about:
Me
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