𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄•

My Melanin

Brown skin
My Brown skin.
Everybody was to know what I hide
What's underneath within.

How I can get through anything
And look so brave outside,
But behind close doors
I run in my room to cry.

And truth be told
It is my hair and my skin.
How can I love my looks
But having big hair is a "Sin"

Well this ends now
I'm not letting under my skin
It's time to embrace myself
In My Melanin.

(So I'm already aware that I'm trash, but you only live once so why not post it for everyone to see? Also this is a disclaimer, i know you probably used to this big persona I have where I'm loud and cuss a lot, but this is a toned down version of me. If all u like about me is my outtapocketness, then this book isn't for you.)

                        - Your neighborhood black girl❤