My skin
The color of my skin
To be honest, is lightened
But mentally, is mixed melanin
But due to wrongful treatment
Of me way back when
Lead me to judge
Darker shades of skin
Self hatred of my own soul
That one half I couldn't let go
My features I despised
Wishing that I had control
But I knew that I couldn't buy
Straight hair or a narrow nose
Even though I tried
To fantasy how it'll show
I finally realized
The beauty of my fro
The beauty of my nose
The beauty of my soul
And God I do apologize
For I judged due to my woes
A whole culture
That I didn't even know
A human being
That has a heart of gold
I embrace who you made me to be
For I am proud of my ethnic beauty
And you never make mistakes truly
Cause every person that I see
Is in your image beautifully
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