I hate my color
hate my face
love the yellow color
sometimes I wonder
why am not fair
my dad being an outsider
am the odd
that is what I keep hearing
Tried bleaching
didn't work
still the same black skin and face
all I want
is to be proud of my color and stress mark
that's my identity
that's who I am
But I keep wondering
why do I hate my skin
the fair works along with the fairwhy cant I just be me
Am tired
imitating being fair
I love being black
that is who I am
love my skin
eve when I cream
the beauty of my black color
makes me smile
I love being black
I love the lip gloss
it add more beauty to my color
with a soft lips
that is kissable
If I was to be born again
It would be
to become a black skin
beauty
poem by Pereira Oluwabimpe
