“I did not take good care of my skin,” they said,
It only means I need to bleach my skin,
That I should make them porcelain,
Or I’m not considered beautiful, that is.
Morena, at your service,
My father suggested me to buy whitening soap,
To lighten or whiten a bit of my darkness.
Can’t he just be thankful that I inherited his features?
I don’t like spoiling my natural skin,
Shaping the face of beauty to be fair,
Nor killing my beautiful cells to fit the world;
I am born this way and I’ll treasure this till I die.
Started as a trend but became a culture,
It traced back to the years where fair skin was stronger,
‘Twas then a legacy, class, opportunities;
I may lost all that, I praise God for all His gifts for me.
Your songs tells me to love God more,
Than becoming someone I know I am not,
That I must value my insides, too,
That I am the child of the greatest King of all.
Ate Jamie, you inspires me to be more contented.
You’re a star that shines bright for Christ.
Atlanta, greetings and love from my own,
I thank you for your encouraging songs.
***
A poem for Jamie Grace.
–outofwordtheater
BINABASA MO ANG
Mga Tula (Poems)
PoetryMga Tula is a bunch of poems compiled and made by my vague mind. Some of these compilation of poems were taken from the stories I made. There are also poems made by my cousins and also, poems made by myself. So please, beware of dog. Ay este. Words...
