Dark skin

When you look at my dark skin, what do you see?
Do you see that passion that lives inside of me?
Do you see the love I have have for you?
Do you know that I just want to make things new.
My melanin has a story needing to be told,
The hate for it is growing old.
The chains on my spirit need to be set free
Just like the chains of my ancestry.
Although I did not suffer the pain of my sisters
The trouble I go through is still bitter.
From not living up to the expectation.
To not being apart of this so called free nation.
To having to straighten my hair
because being denied the curls I wear.
9/10 times being portrayed on TV as a negative role
Because that’s the way the story unfolds
Having more than one kid and being assumed of having more than one dad.
To getting a face of surprise when I tell them i'm a college grad.
Being told I look pretty for black girl
And then hearing “I’d never date a black girl”
The words I speak are my truth
And also the truth of a black women's youth

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