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When I was younger I use to think that something was wrong with my skin,I would shower 4 times a day,Scrubbing extra hard and using extra soap thinking that some dirt would come off,
When you look at me what do you see
What do you think
Do you see my darker skin
And think she’s dumb or commits a great deal of sin
Do you see my kinky, coily hair
My depression is like
I’m swimming through a deep darkness
Thick and black like oil
My airways are blocked
Panicking desperately to reach the surface
But an anchor chained to my left foot
I am not a genius
I have wished to be
Wanted to be
But am left knowing I am not
I have focused on what I’m not
Read of those called genius
Thought of how to be
Yet was not born to be
The genius of a person,
Is something so small,
Yet is so big.
Genius is not found in beauty,
