Poetry
My Favorites
Written by me
My Brown Skin
The time of slaves
The time of pain
Reminded me of the time I wanted to run away
Because of my BROWN SKIN
Invisible to you
I shouldn’t be
I don’t see white and black
I see color to color
I want to be different
Because of my BROWN SKIN
My round eyes
My flattened nose
My full lips
I never chose
Top to bottom my curves go!
Why?
Because of my BROWN SKIN
I enjoy soul food meals
Known to have chromed out wheels
Talk slang when I wanna
Because of my BROWN SKIN
Always on “CP” time
Never done drugs, drank, or even more
They call me a “Goodie, Goodie” in the Jungle
Because of my BROWN SKIN
You can love me or hate me
Mug me or hug me
But you can’t stop me from my shine
Because I love my BROWN SKIN