Why is brown or black the problem
and white the default?
Why is my skin not normal
and loving my colour a fault?
Why can't I embrace
and cherish who I am?
Why is being born in the skin I'm in,
a crime, a shame?
Why can't I live my life
the way I want?
Why do I have to deal with
all the hate, the jokes, the taunts...
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If I Were A Book
PoetryA simple collection of poetry for the readers with souls made of stars.
