my hair is frizzy,
the oil in my skin causes mountains to form,
and italian blood means strange italian traits.
darker skin,
hairy limbs,
and a habit of biting our nails.
however,
i have come to love the red, white, and green blood
that courses through my veins.
my skin might be darker,
yet it has a sun-kissed glow.
i might be hairy,
but who on earth isnt.
god wouldn't have given us these things,
if they're as disgusting
and unkempt
as people say they are.
YOU ARE READING
up close & personal
Poetry- a compilation of slam poetry/ narrative poetry about the labels we put on ourselves and others, internal contracts, hardships, and difficulties. however, we will overcome and defeat because everyone that said we couldn't, were wrong. we just have...
