Gift

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I was told from a child I was a gift God had put on this earth as a show of love.
I was told to love the skin I'm in as a child for its what God gave me.
I was told as a child being a black woman is a gift and I should be proud.
I grew and I saw the hate woman of color was given.
I grew and saw that our own men hated being with a black woman who's skin was dark as the night sky.
I saw sisters from the womb grow to hate each other for one was light and the other dark.
I try to find peace as a black woman.
All the hate I feel from others just because I'm black.
I'm been called UGLY from my brothers.
I've been told my skin is to dark and unclean by men who's mother is from the same Nation.
I've seen women of color try and change what is a gift.
I've always asked the same question over and over and over again.
WHY!?
Why should I have to change something that is a gift to me?
Why should I change who I am?

My color is pure and beautiful it shows who I am as a woman. It's beautiful and I've come to love it.
Why would I change a gift.



My dark skin QUEENS we as women need to start loving ourselves before we try and let a man love us.

Much love ❤️

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 26, 2018 ⏰

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