My Skin – Poetry from my past

I’m cursed for my skin
I am cursed for my skin
for everywhere I go
the first thing they see
is my skin
and when they see
they can’t seem
to look past
my skin
because it’s my skin
they make it
like my sin
that I was born
with this skin
born of others
with this skin
and they were born of others
and others
with this skin
and the others
were taken from their land
because of their skin
beaten and starved
because of their skin
and that skin becomes scarred
and those scars become cursed
I tell you
I’m cursed for my skin
I am cursed for my skin
but that shouldn’t be
for it’s my skin
and not my sin
it’s my blessing
my skin
it’s my right
my skin
because this skin
is the only skin
I have to live in
therefore
I am proud of my skin
I’m proud of my skin
and for those of you
with skin like my skin
don’t hide it in the shade
let it see the sun
our time to lift the curse
has already begun

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