Sunlight, so bright,
it comes out in the summer.
It snatches away the shadows that I hide under.
It peels away my clothes, making me sweat ridiculous amounts.
It reminds me to stay inside or else I'll get "too dark".
They hate my skin, they hate themselves.
You must be bright like the sun or
you'll be invisible when they turn off the lights.
You must have loose curls or
the comb will get stuck on its way in.
Once spring turns it's back,
under the nearest tree
seems like the best place to be,
The pool isn't even on my mind
And shorts aren't an option
All because I don't want my nickname to be
Burnt toast.
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A/N
"Some say the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice. I say the darker the flesh, the deeper the roots." - Tupac Shakur
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Chronicles of a Nigerian American
PoetryA lil poetry for your soul, to empower, uplift and inform. It entails what it's like to be a black girl in America. The poems are not in any particular order, skip around as your heart may desire. ****Picture in cover is not my art
