I Will Always Be The Color of My Skin
Until the hate goes away
Color runs through my veins
deep red, then blue
Color shows in the mirror
Sepia or caramel will do
Color shows in my brush
Reddish brown you would say
Color hangs in my closet
But you won't find any gray
Color kisses my lips
Mahogany red is my choice
Color manifests in sound
For there's honey in my voice
Color adorns my body
Yet cripples my soul
It's the color of my skin
Of which I am told
Will never be worth
My weight in gold
As long as hate
Rules this world
To them I'll always be
That nappy headed black girl!
About the Creator
Ramona Scott
Poet, writer, musician and broadcast hostess of RamonaSpeaks:theOtherTruth on various streaming venues.
Keep reading
More stories from Ramona Scott and writers in Poets and other communities.
One Unchecked Box
"Republished" because it was the only way to add the embed for the newly recorded audio version of this story due to the Top Story badge. Plus it serves as a nice, informal announcement of the podcast's revival for another season (go subscribe!):
By Stephen A. Roddewig7 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.