I am not your typical girl that you see on the streets.
I am not that beauty that’s in distress.
I am not a princess who lives in castle.
Yet, my story is told based on the color of my body.
Please mistake me not to be your average white girl with pale skin whose hair glitter in gold.
Neither are my eyes as blue as the ocean at sunset with a little hassle glow.
I do not come off as your black girl with dark chocolate skin and short curly hair.
Look across the room, you would see me in a caramel dripping skin tone, with a long, thick, and dark wavy hair. My eyes are golden like the warmth of the sun light
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from writers in Poets and other communities.
The Guardian Chapter V
Alexander left his Coming of Age ceremony with Cronos and the elders with as many new questions as he had answers for his old questions. Cronos had confirmed his suspicions were correct. Not only was there a link between the Beast Masters and the inhabitants of the Citadel, but it was the Citadel's fault that the Beast Masters existed in the first place. Instead of banishing the law breakers which allowed them to wreak havoc on the rest of humanity, the Citadel elders should have stripped them of their powers before they became too strong. Now Alexander would need to battle the Beast Masters and the Jikininki. It would be difficult for him to forgive the Citadel Elders because their poor decisions led to the deaths of his parents and more than half the planet's human population.
By Mark Gagnon4 days ago in Chapters
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.