Looking in the mirror, I see
A girl with skin dark as ebony
The media tells me I'm not wanted
With features deemed too unconventional and flawed
Constantly wishing to be a little lighter
But how do I change this skin that's my identifier?
Kinky hair, no curves to flaunt
Left out of society's beauty taunts
Confidence is key, or so they say
But what good is it when my mind leads me astray?
In a group photo, I'm the darkest shade
Insensitive remarks leave me feeling betrayed
I love taking photos, but can't help but filter
Afraid of showing my true self, imperfections and all
This is the curse of being a black girl
Constantly judged by society's narrow-minded swirl
But I won't let their standards define me
My worth lies beyond what the media and society deem
I am beautiful, unapologetically and fiercely
Dark-skinned, confident, and destined for greatness it seems.
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Melanin Verses
Poetry"Step into the vibrant world of 'Melanin Verses: Celebrating Black Womanhood,' a collection of poetic gems penned by a young Gen Z artist. Journey with me, a black girl, from the tapestry of my teenage dreams to the canvas of young adulthood. Explor...
