My brown skin is not as radiant as the sun.Is it dull and lacks luster
You ridicule me because of my brown skinYou say I am too dark
I say you’re too light
You call me an ugly black child because of my brown skin
But I say that my brown skin makes me a beautiful black child
With hopes and dreams to be fulfilled
My brown skin does not define me as an
Ignorant black woman
I am intelligent and full of ideas.
My brown skin does not classify me as lazy I am a working black woman
That provides for herself
I am comfortable with my Brown skin
Why are you not?
I am beautiful, strong, sexy, intelligent and happy . . .
I am your worse nightmare
You can not put me down or bring me down Because of
My brown skin
It’s mine
And I wouldn’t change
A thing about
My Brown Skin!
Though you show no picture, it is obvious that you are a beautiful, dark woman. God bless you and all the color in your soul. I love writing like this, by the way.
It always boils down to a matter of perspective. You capture that here clearly. It's always amazing to me that these kinds of battles still rage in our society.
Light and Wisdom ...
i remember once asking my daughter for some reason about a little black girl in her class and she said there were no black or white children, only pink and brown...we put way too much emphasis on the words. i thoroughly enjoyed your poem
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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Hugs, Laura
Light and Wisdom ...
Peace to you
Dan