First they tell me I'm too dark
Then they tell me I'm not black enough
The irony of it all
One second I'm burnt charcoal ready for disposal
The next I'm cool vanilla , too sweet to be rich and chocolaty
Because I like to sew and read and play video games
Despite the deep melanin engraved into my DNA
They tell me I'm not black enough
As they ridicule my complexion dark as night
Deep as oceans
How can I be too dark and too light all at once ?
If you're going to degrade me please make up your mind
Am I too dark to be loved
Or too white to be black ?
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on clouds
Poetryjust a random collection of thoughts and feelings. 'learn from this , because if this hurts you its better to learn than forget'
