kind that would make Momma smile.
The kind she and Grandma wore proudly,
I wanted to fit in for a while.
I felt cursed with a scarlet letter
Bestowed by a slave owner before.
I longed to be dark and lovely.
I didn’t want light skin anymore.
Why was I born light-skinned?
It caused me to harden my heart.
I've been called:
Pale
White girl
High yellow
Wanna-be
Red girl
Red bitch
Pasty bitch
Fluorescent
I was even compared to swine.
You can see the veins in a pig’s skin,
the same way you see through mine.
I never wanted special treatment,
because of the tone of my skin.
Caucasians let their guards down
And I’m idolized by some Black men.
But that was me then…
I use to want to have dark skin,
but there’s been a transformation in me.
I embrace my place on the rainbow.
I’m Black, proud, and light-skinned, the way God intended me to be.
