Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Brianna Joiner Oct 2019
My dark skin became my enemy at one point

It became my enemy, because I thought a man could never love a dark skin yet ******* up individual like me

And

Most of the men I liked were attracted to women of the lighter complexion or opposite end of the color spectrum

But I failed to realize that

My dark skin was rich with radiance,

Beauty,

Strength,

And power

My dark skin failed to crack as I’m growing older

Failed to blemish to too much sun

Even failed to whelp up after childhood whippings

My dark skin hasn’t lost its touch

My faith just diminished

Because of worldly views

The Bible warned me of

I was young and dumb

Yet still truly blessed by the color of my skin
Working on loving my skin daily

— The End —