Words 
Are the reason I am still trying to understand why you loved me less,because of how my complexion resembled darkness
Words
Have been the reason I disguise myself and hoping that being a shade lighter will make me be your favourite morning latte
Words
Have open more wounds than a locksmith can ever unlock
Words
Made me quench for a smooth drink,only for you to serve me a glass of water
Hoping that maybe someday these flames
Will burnt out

Huguette.