For the tenth time that day,
I stare and stare at the skin behind my fingers
I stare because it’s a wonder and a delight
According to my mum and dad and my best friend.
My friends call it chocolatey brown skin that reminds them of the KitKat bar no one could never resist
My parents tell me, chocolatey brown skin that reminds of them of Earth, of the soil, of the land.
I can’t stop staring because
Like the creepy man at the bus stop says,
It’s like the eight wonder of the world
And as I stare and stare at my chocolatey brown skin,
I wonder what the man I always see in the train sees
That makes him look at me with eyes full of disgust
Anytime he saw my chocolatey brown skin.
And then I wonder, what my boyfriend sees
When he calls me cocoa and all the names that belong to Starbucks drinks
I wonder what about my chocolatey brown skin makes me so different
I wonder what about it draws so much attention
I wonder what about it makes everyone extra sweet to me
I wonder what about it makes me less of a human
I wonder what about it reduces me to sugar filled Starbucks drinks
I wonder what about my chocolatey brown makes me keep staring at the skin at the back of my finger.
hii! How are you?! I hope you are doing okay!
For me, I am doing pretty alright! I just wanted to share this poem with you!
Thank you for reading as always:))
*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that no matter your skin color, you are beautiful and beautiful and so beautiful.