BlackBerries

Skin

Beautiful black child, how are you?
Have you noticed the distinction
Between the world and your little
Melanin body?

It's okay honey, it's not your fault.
Daddy died young and momma's
Still in distraught.
Don't worry love, the other children
Will break you in,

Let you into the little secret
That will forever brand you
As unequal.

Little black child do you know why
You could never fit in?
Even in daycare they'll let you know
That your features are not it.
Your quirkiness and "weird habits"
Were never the dilemma

Your little puffs were never the issue.
Little boys and girls just didn't like the shade
Of your skin.

I'm sorry baby girl that at the age of three you could never make a real friend.

I'm sorry that your only companion
Was that little monster always hanging in the corner.

With a crooked smile, demonic eyes, and dark shadow greeting you with open arms, enforcing a foreign emotion upon you.

What was the name of that dark little monster again love?
Ahh I remember, his name was insecurity.