DEAR BLACK GIRL,
Dear Black girl, The next day he tries to remind you That you'd look more pretty If you lighten your skin. Leave that boy, He wasn't ready to love you either ways. You should have realized, You didn't need anyone telling you how pretty you were. You are enough, A work of art. God designed you with a mixture of clay, honey and chocolate. Everything so sweet and dark. He made a mark on you. A creature he designed specially, With skin so unique and pretty. Body so golden. But you wanted more. You craved a skin so light So you decided creams were the best To bleach your melanin Did you know you were hurting ? And you were only cursing out to God who made your body so unique. You should have learnt to love yourself. Every shade is beautiful You had a purpose. He didn't create you without reason. You were only leaving yourself damaged. Only hurting your own self. You let the mirror make you feel bad With the thoughts of your own self. You felt ...
