mama always told me that my skin was beautiful, i can remember as far back as five years old.
my skin felt as if it was made of honey, and tasted like the sweet contents of brown sugar.
where i grew up, other people that my skin was dirty, contaminated, and "the darker the uglier."
mama said never to listen...
that their words were toxic like thick smoke, but after inhaling them for so long you start to suffocate.
i've fought for so long to get my breath of fresh air, but it doesn't come.
words like knives, tongues laced with blistering venomous lies.
we are no longer sweet, and smooth. our skin have huge throbbing blisters, and permanent scars from burns.
april 6, 2017
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INSINUATION OF TREPIDATION
Poetry(PART 2) first, comes the tentacles of the fear, naivety, and greed that wrap around our necks. then, comes the blades of courage that prevent them from suffocating us. trep·i·da·tion trepəˈdāSH(ə)n/ noun a feeling of fear or agitation about someth...
