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Ever since I was a young girl I hated the colour of my skin

I wanted to be a white girl because I thought that being white was the best

All the guys liked light girls and I just wanted to be liked

— No I wanted to be loved

But growing up and meeting the people I have, I have learned to appreciate what god gave me

Guys did like me for the way I looked, guys wanted me for me, and I never thought that would happen

And then I met you, and after talking for a few days you had me falling so damn hard for you

And then you told me how you felt, and honestly I was shocked

You told me I was different than the other girls, you told me you liked me

And for once I met someone who didn't want me to change, to be a different way so that I was fitting their "dream girl" fantasy

I was - am - your definition of dream girl

And I thank god everyday that we met

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