maybe i'll send a letter one day
if all of the words that i had meant to say
all of the times i've pleaded and days i've prayed
that i could live without my skin in the way
dread, i do this color, "brown"
mellow, neutral and calm but the color of ground
with or without it, i'd hardly make a sound
but sometimes this color doesnt let me stay around
certain people and certain things
saying "it should be different, the way she sings"
people hiding certain things and feelings
and expecting you to love chicken wings
its not something i can change
my skin cant just rearrange
i'd rather you reject me because im strange
not because my skin is in a darker range
relationships, friendships and even church
no matter where i perch
it's always felt the worst since the very first
i dont think alot of people realize how much it hurts
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Speaking Without a Mouth (Poetry Collection)
Poetrythis is a collection of poems reaching all the way back to August 2007, slowly but surely i'm adding them all in. NOTE: they are in reverse chronological order. also, not yet completely edited.
