Guest Story by Darlene
The following is an original poem i wrote inspired by my childhood, entitled Society’s Unwanted: the poem.
As a baby who could I know that my future color would be one I could hate
the skin on my thighs, the skin on my back, my chest, face all different but still me
how then, could I know that people would one day judge me by it all
that people could look at my skin and write me off as “too dark”
that not having lighter skin could make me the object of other kids harassment
that it would make me see myself differently, or just different
how could I know that the other kids were wrong, that I was beautiful
that I was no different, that my complexion meant nothing
I couldn’t know, there is no way I could know.
today, I look back and laugh
I laugh at the ignorant mind of a young naive child
I laugh at the longing for a “better skin color” one more like my mothers
I laugh at the questions of why I was how I am
I laugh at so much, because to mourn would be to hold those thoughts and yet I cry
I cry for the lost children who don’t know they’re beautiful
I cry for the people still struggling with their skin
I cry for the non-acceptance, still very much alive
I’m more than pretty, I’m beautiful but back then how could I know?
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