by AmandaHudeSaint Andrew, JamaicaJun 20180 comments


I try to be grateful for it
I try to love it because that's the color I was created with.
I try to enjoy every waking morning of it.
It's my beauty and powerment to love.
Deep, DARK beauty.
I don't feel notice by genuine men
I'm only degraded by most men of my skin color.
I cry for the discrimination but I still stand proud of my beauty....i have it to share this color god have me deep DARK beauty.
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Posted: Jun 2018
About this poem:
Judged the skin but you can't judged my god.

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