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Me, not barbie

by negrita

When I was little, I thought barbie was one of the most beautiful humans I've ever seen. I knew it because the world agreed with her and not me. So I tried to scrub the dirt off my skin, in hopes that I'd get closer to white purity. But I'd only turn red like the devil that they said I am With a sponge soaked in blood trying to wash away my blackness. The sponge rejected me too. When I was little, I thought that barbie was one of the most beautiful humans I've ever seen. Therefore, I burned my hair with chemicals to eradicate my curls. So I'd be like white blond barbie. You could call me milk and honey. But the chemicals turned my honey into ashes. Straight but dead. The perms rejected me too. When I was little, I thought that barbie was one of the most beautiful humans I've ever seen. So I figured I should get a ken. A nice white man. Or maybe just a man. But mommy was single too, so maybe I'm just too black to be loved. Until, I was 17 and hadn't had my first kiss. But when my time finally came, I was just fulfilling his fantasy of a jungle fever, concubine, black object. So still he rejected me too When I was little I thought that barbie was one of the most beautiful humans I've ever seen. So I pledged allegiance to the United States of white America And to the republic, for which it stands on my body One nation for eradication of my skin Under god, a barbie Indivisible stop making me invisible With no liberity and justice for barbie Barbie. A fucking plastic doll. She's not even the most beautiful human I've ever seen. She's not even human And they done fucked up when they wrote those love poems for her. Can't you see my almond eyes speaking, While my chocolate strawberry dipped lips are closed. Don't pretend you love me, Because caressing my face with a knife Is no kiss to brown velvet skin. And I know my curls are too complex for you, Cuz they're tangled in years of wisdom. But the wisdom doesn't really lie there. My beauty doesn't really lie there. It's my passion, and vulnerability. My mind and it's ability. Oh my goodness I know whose one of the most beautiful humans I have ever seen. It's me. And I'm the most important person in my life So before I can deeply love anyone esle, I must fall in love with myself. So here's the love poem they never wrote for me. Oh my gooooooooodnesss. You emulate literal waves of chocolate. So sweet that your tummy has rolls just to touch your body. And your smile illuminates your dark skin into a radiance of self sun kissed beauty. But really, your eyes are smiling and I'm not sure how you can speak so many languages with them. Please touch me again you have the softest skin. Firm long hug. But you're actually holding me with your mystifying soul. Vulnerable soul. You feel everything. So hot that when the sun kisses your skin, the sun is burning. So cold that you saved the polar bears with your ice bergs like the mother nature you are. And your mind is beautiful with all the neural connections becoming fruitful with berries the world never knew existed and have yet created words for. My god, I love you
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