My Chocolatey Brown Skin(a poem)

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:))

byee!

*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that no matter your skin color, you are beautiful and beautiful and so beautiful.

Girl with the yellow dress(a poem)

Yellow was the dress she wore

Yellow which represents joy and so much more

She was so bright and not a bore

She said two words to me or maybe four

She stayed until all I saw was just a blur

Yellow really was the dress she wore.


hi! How are you? I really hope you are doing ok!

I don’t even know what this post is, I just wanted to write something; this was the only thing that came out. Thank you for reading either way.

byee:))

*don’t forget that God loves you forever.

Beautiful Boy(a poem)

My beautiful beautiful boy

My boy with eyes so brown, they remind me of earth, of life, of hope, of being

My boy with hair so curly, they remind me of waves, of water, of joy, of freedom

My boy with very sad eyes and very thin body

My boy who is so lost and helpless

My boy who is too sick, tired, and in pain

My boy who I try to help but can’t

My boy that brings a smile to my face every time he smiles

My boy who rarely smiles these days and holds so much pain in his eyes

My boy who pushes me away because he doesn’t know he needs help

My beautiful boy who is alive but has been dead for a while now

My beautiful beautiful boy who I don’t know how to help anymore.


hi! How’re you? I hope you’re doing okay! If you’re not, I pray that God will calm you and visit you. Amen!

Here’s another poem from me because why not!

I’ll see y’all later. Thank you for reading!

bye once again.

*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that whatever you’re going through right now, with God by your side always, you’ll get through it.

Poetry(a poem)

Poetry is more than ink on paper

It’s more than complex words and simple meanings

It’s the wool that wraps around me in the cold

It’s the tears that warm up my eyes in the dark

It’s the smile I hold back when I laugh

It’s the love that doesn’t feel draining

It’s the socks that keep my feet warm at night

It’s the bitterness in the coffee that I punish myself with

It’s the eyes that look back at me in the mirror

It’s the voices that seem deafening in my head

It’s the choices that I have to make

It’s the feelings I don’t want to feel

It’s the song that keeps playing over and over in my head

It’s the monsters that I feel under my bed

It’s the thoughts I don’t want to think

It’s the anger that I suppress down with a laugh

It’s the sadness I wash away with wine

It’s the eye bags that never leave my face

It’s the stripes that mark my body

It’s the scars imprinted in my being

It’s the folds that form when I’m me

It’s the good and bad and all in between

It’s the escape that reality is afraid of

Surely, poetry is more than ink on paper

It’s more than complex words and simple meanings.


Hi! How’re you?? I really hope you’re doing alright!

I just wanted to write something and that’s it. Thanks for reading..

byee y’all

*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that you’re strong, beautiful, talented, and all the good things in the world.

Racism: WHY??

hi people! What’s up y’all?! I really hope you are doing okay. If you are not, please do not stop trusting in God and keep taking it easy! You’ll be okay very soon by God’s grace:))

How am I doing?? I am doing okay. I have been busy with a lot of school work and extracurricular activities but I am still living; I am just trying to take it easy;)

Let’s move on to today’s post!

What is Racism?

So, there are two great definitions of racism.

The first: According to thoughtco.com, “Racism is the belief that race accounts for differences in human character or ability and that a particular race is superior to other.

The second: According to thoughtco.com, “Racism is discrimination or prejudice based on race.

So, why does Racism happen??

Why do we as humans react negatively to other types of humans? Why do we hate some people and love some, all on the basis of skin color? Why do we show hatred for someone we have never met before just because of the color of their skin? Why do we attack people for wearing proudly the color of their skin? Why do we hate on people for their uniqueness? Why do we abuse people just because they don’t look like us? Why does racism even exist??

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

It’s a question I ask myself all the time and I am sure it’s a question a lot of us ask ourselves all the time. I am sure it’s a question that ponders our mind and lingers in our head.

Why exactly?

No matter the why, it still doesn’t justify racism and won’t ever justify racism! No matter the excuses we give, no matter what we say we learned, it still doesn’t justify racism. Nothing can ever justify racism and hating on people just because of their skin color or their race.

Skin color is beauty. It is uniqueness. It is perfection. It is all the beautiful things in the world.

So why do we hate on it? Why do we hate difference and uniqueness? Why don’t we represent humanity as humans? Why don’t we show love as humans? Why don’t we embrace our differences and hug our uniqueness?

Why do we fail to realize the pain we cause others just by hating them for something they cannot change about themselves? Why do we reject people for something that they were born with and cannot change? Why do we hate people for who they are?

Honestly, everything that is happening today regarding racism is like history literally repeating itself. History that has not been really kind to people of color. History that has constantly forgotten a lot of its foundation. History that does not recognize the sweat and hard work of certain people. History that has constantly cut off the dreams of people because of their skin color. So why is unkind, biased, and prejudiced history repeating itself?

Why is it that as a society, we are really regressing, in terms of racism? Why are people still not understanding that we all belong despite the color that decorates our skin? Why don’t people know better today? Why are people still attacking people just because of their skin color? Why are we not representing humanity?

There is a lot of whys!

We all really need to do better with how we treat people who don’t look like us; people who are different from us. Please understand that it’s never too late to become a better person; be a person that loves and respects every person of every skin color.

If what you need to do is unlearn and then relearn, then do it! Learn what is right and do what is right!


okayy, that is all for today! Thank you for reading and leave a comment if you want(please be respectful with your comments!)

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byee y’all

*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that it’s very important to love everyone despite our differences.

The Dance(a poem)

I wake up with a smile

With the feeling of positivity and cheer

The dance has stopped..

I get to work and waste no time

I plan my day and I am ready to go

I smile widely and brightly

Feeling the best I have ever felt

The dance still has stopped..

Then, I wake again

Awoken by the feeling of negativity and regret

The dance has resumed..

I am held back by the voices in my head

And I find it so hard to get up and get going

I just want to bury myself deep in my head

And disappear with the dreams I felt I had

The dance is still going..


Hii people! How are you doing today?! I hope all is well. If it’s not, I pray that God will keep holding you up in Jesus name! Amen.

Remember, God loves you forever:))

byee y’all