Of the many times
Like I was the outsider
Skin deep, an entourage of my existence.
That I felt like I betrayed my own kind
By wanting to be a woman
Accepted and loved
A woman of substance
Of the many times I felt I was backstabbing my generation
Of the sheer though of my skin
And it color
Of the beauty I tried so hard to explore
Of the many times I cried
In my pillow
For I had no chance to be like the rest
Just like I was, I was doomed for damnation
They said so.
That I wasn’t beautiful enough
That I came of that dark
That my skin was doomed for damnation.
I yearn for those days
When I will be seen past my darkness
Past my feel
And have me a beautiful thing. For I am a woman
Dark and beautiful.