I walk down the gray concrete with the sun shining on my golden skin.
Looks here and there came around but that never bothered me. Feels the same as it does everyday with pointing and laughing.
Chuckles came from here and there, but again…never really bothered me. Yet, why do I feel so insecure? Why do my chocolate eyes immediately go to my feet?Is my breathing fast?
My pace quickened with every laugh or snort I heard. Why is my skin a different color? Why can't I be like all the other girls? Why do I have to look like this? Why do I have to look like this?
It's because I am me.
I am perfect the way I am. I am just different. I'm not like everyone else. I am beautiful the way I am but why can't I accept it? I can and it starts now.
