Mama always said
"Look at my beautiful girls "
"I wish i had hair like yall "
" yall look good "
But then there's always them pretty girls with the nice clothes in skin
Picking out my flaws
"She is ugly"
"Who made her ?"
" she so black"
"What is she wearing "
I guess ever'body not like mama
They can't find the beauty within
Can't never look at the good
Always lookin' at the bad
Why can't more people be like mama ?
-Nikkia Daja Staples
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When the colors of the rainbow sing
PoetryBasically these are random short storys \ poems all written by me Im just beginning so cut me so slack☺️
