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Nov 2014
Slit my wrists,
I bleed red just like you
But you only see
My dark skin

My skin life,
these pores are my breath,

My skin comfort,
No one will hold me as tight as my skin,

My skin home,
I refuse to change it,

My skin me,
Let me love me
Someone told me I should try bleach my skin to look prettier,i was astonished!!I never had a problem with my black skin.So i wrote this
Corinne Kahi
Written by
Corinne Kahi  Nairobi Kenya
(Nairobi Kenya)   
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