Young girl
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As a young girl I'd "see"
That the little white girls around me
Were what I should achieve to be
Straight hair, colored eyes
And skin shades lighter than mine
Dear Jackson,
Picture this, soft.
thin arms
dainty wrists
baby pink
a soft pink, the kind that glows on the skin, and grows in the cheeks.
I am five and I sit across my mother’s lap
Praying for a human toy to assuage
The eternal boredom that is my loneliness.
I am six and I hold a baby girl in my arms
as I pray to God to never let her grow
Poetry...words that merely chose me
Opened my eyes and heart in ways the world cannot see
I was lost...trapped in sadness that would last
Fought continuously with the darkness of my past
