It does not befit-
The ancestors who went through
Ocean and lands,
Sweat and toil,
Blood and sacrifice,
To look down the pigment,
You have been endowed,
And utter the words-
I do not like it.
It does not befit,
The mother who went through,
vigorous nine months,
Housing a young you,
Within her 120 pounds,
While earning her coins,
With menial jobs,
To look down your skin,
Wishing it wasn’t yours.
It does not befit,
The creator- who fashioned you,
Body and soul;
A creation with genes,
Only you have been granted;
A beauty to stand out
Against the universe’s background,
To look down your skin,
Saying- black isn’t pretty.
It doesn’t befit
Your state of mind.
To wish you were something,
Other than what you are.
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This comes with such a strong message, Ameena. I am a brown skin girl and there was a time I would feel awful about it. Today I don’t. It’s so very important to learn to love ourselves truly and completely, right from the colour of our skin, to the shape of our body, to our mind and soul. I absolutely enjoyed reading this powerful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing !
Much love !
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Outstanding! And each color of skin is beautiful.
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What a strong message this beautiful poem makes! ❤
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Ameena. This was such a strong and beautiful piece of writing. I’m so glad you wrote this ☺
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Beautiful poem
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Thank you very much Felix
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Started with a connection; ended with a connection. *Slow, long clap*
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