Kiffanie Jackson. Poet Warrior.

My Dark Skin. 

 

white -skin, light-skin, brown-skin,

Ha

Im neither of them. The shade that’s on my flesh

Was my worst enemy.

playing hide-and-seek

In the dark looking at others being font

Standingintheopeingwonderingiftheycanseeme

DANG

I must be a pro at this game

Playing with the basketball barley can see it

Don’t wanna take no picture

Gotta put the flash on

Finding myself in a trans

Wishing I was a little bit lighter

Not in my feelings not at all just stating the obvious

My dark skin 

Can be a symbol to me that we us

African Americans. wanna make it clear

US AFRICAN AMERICANS

Have made it this far,

Beatings,whippings,rappings

Is what we got for our bold black skin

In the mirror being face to face with a girl whose skin looks like charcoal waiting to be burnt in the fire.

Dark skin black eyes don’t wanna hear no mo lies

Mama told me not to go and cry

Guess I gotta go and make my sprites rise

Not the enemy not the bad guy

Dont wanna be light don’t wanna be bright

I love my sun kissed skin can’t change a thing love being the shade of an bronzed and elegance girl

My god i’m a black young lady.