#brownskin - Hello Poetry

The color of my Skin. My deep, dark eyes. The curl of my Hair. I can feel your the heat vindictive stares. The twist of my tounge. I speak my language with courage, Not with care of your fears Illigal Alien, They call my kind. All I want is a place thats mine. Nomatter, I'll continue to stick out Like a sore thumb, I will not run from your vengance. I'll stay here and take it. You held power over them but never over me. My curly hair runs long, wild, and free. You have lost the fear held in the eyes of my uncolonized ancestors. Now I face you with strenth My dark eyes like stone cold pools of depth that you tried to breed out. Como un bailador, I'll twist away from your nasty tricks. I'll thrive, Child of the sun. Brown I am.

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Jan 8, 2025

Jan 8, 2025 at 4:12 PM UTC

N1tzasw0rld

Brown-Eyed Child of the Sun

The color of my Skin. My deep, dark eyes. The curl of my Hair. I can feel your the heat vindictive stares. The twist of my tounge. I speak my language with courage, Not with care of your fears Illigal Alien, They call my kind. All I want is a place thats mine. Nomatter, I'll continue to stick out Like a sore thumb, I will not run from your vengance. I'll stay here and take it. You held power over them but never over me. My curly hair runs long, wild, and free. You have lost the fear held in the eyes of my uncolonized ancestors. Now I face you with strenth My dark eyes like stone cold pools of depth that you tried to breed out. Como un bailador, I'll twist away from your nasty tricks. I'll thrive, Child of the sun. Brown I am.

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you call me hottie I know you’re naughty kiss me once on my neck and I’m yours in one sec it’s your company I enjoy where did you come from boy? your kisses taste like fireworks and in your eyes I see the universe your skin of caramel burns like hell I’m a little concerned never felt a touch that burned but it’s alright just hold me tight we can do this all night ’cause my wish, my desire is to set this place on fire - gio, 12.04.2020

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Apr 28, 2020

Apr 28, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC

giorgia_vvt

skin of caramel

you call me hottie I know you’re naughty kiss me once on my neck and I’m yours in one sec it’s your company I enjoy where did you come from boy? your kisses taste like fireworks and in your eyes I see the universe your skin of caramel burns like hell I’m a little concerned never felt a touch that burned but it’s alright just hold me tight we can do this all night ’cause my wish, my desire is to set this place on fire - gio, 12.04.2020

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Brown skin like coffee Lips sip in sensuous aroma. In brown porcelain, Fill my hands & explore my taste. Fill my lips With your brown skin. Inside my rough hands Dots of you remain I love how your body makes me feel Your mouth, your hands. All of you. Brown skin like coffee I hunger for the harvest of my tongue Against yours. Hot, yet warm to the touch Brown skin like coffee I love the stickiness you Leave behind

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Jan 3, 2020

Jan 3, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Without Sugar, Without Cream

Brown skin like coffee Lips sip in sensuous aroma. In brown porcelain, Fill my hands & explore my taste. Fill my lips With your brown skin. Inside my rough hands Dots of you remain I love how your body makes me feel Your mouth, your hands. All of you. Brown skin like coffee I hunger for the harvest of my tongue Against yours. Hot, yet warm to the touch Brown skin like coffee I love the stickiness you Leave behind

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#5 | Heartbreak in Hatfield She’s wrapped up in white sheets and peaceful dreams. She gets head on most mornings before she gets out of bed. There’s love in her heart, milk in her cereal and honey in her tea. I want to hold her in my arms until she forgets what pain feels like. I want to be in her heart, on her mind, body and on her brown skin. Thick thighs, beautiful smile and brown eyes – she is my favourite sin. A wise lady once told me that heaven is found between a woman’s thighs. I want to hold her in my arms until she remembers what happiness feels like. Love may slip from her lips and drip down her chin but I never want our beautiful melody to become staccato. She has made me question if all the women I have been with before were worthy of my love, time and effort. She’s a representation of all the beautiful music Sade has created and she’s more than the sweetest taboo to me. On most days she makes me forget about being the king of sorrow when I eventually stop crying everyone’s tears. The traces of her lips on my skin reach deep inside my soul and transform an abandoned house into a loving home.

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Jun 13, 2018

Jun 13, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC

kaleidoscope-prhyme

Autumn Daze

#5 | Heartbreak in Hatfield She’s wrapped up in white sheets and peaceful dreams. She gets head on most mornings before she gets out of bed. There’s love in her heart, milk in her cereal and honey in her tea. I want to hold her in my arms until she forgets what pain feels like. I want to be in her heart, on her mind, body and on her brown skin. Thick thighs, beautiful smile and brown eyes – she is my favourite sin. A wise lady once told me that heaven is found between a woman’s thighs. I want to hold her in my arms until she remembers what happiness feels like. Love may slip from her lips and drip down her chin but I never want our beautiful melody to become staccato. She has made me question if all the women I have been with before were worthy of my love, time and effort. She’s a representation of all the beautiful music Sade has created and she’s more than the sweetest taboo to me. On most days she makes me forget about being the king of sorrow when I eventually stop crying everyone’s tears. The traces of her lips on my skin reach deep inside my soul and transform an abandoned house into a loving home.

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#3 | Heartbreak in Hatfield Once you let me in, can I place my lips on your brown skin, babe? Feel the autumn breeze on your skin and realise that true love lies within. I cannot give you the world, but I could pour you a glass of my favourite bottle of red wine. These conversations between you and I could start feeling mellow with every glass of Merlot. I remember the first day I saw you and before I could even say a word, you had me at “Hello”. Lay your feet on warm wooden floors and allow me to show you why you’re the one that I adore. I need peace of mind before my mind ends up in pieces because I can no longer stand being alone. As of late, these conversations are starting to feel a lot more like interviews. So dive into the depths of my heart and mind and get a glimpse of my inner views.

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Jun 13, 2018

Jun 13, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC

kaleidoscope-prhyme

Autumn Breeze

#3 | Heartbreak in Hatfield Once you let me in, can I place my lips on your brown skin, babe? Feel the autumn breeze on your skin and realise that true love lies within. I cannot give you the world, but I could pour you a glass of my favourite bottle of red wine. These conversations between you and I could start feeling mellow with every glass of Merlot. I remember the first day I saw you and before I could even say a word, you had me at “Hello”. Lay your feet on warm wooden floors and allow me to show you why you’re the one that I adore. I need peace of mind before my mind ends up in pieces because I can no longer stand being alone. As of late, these conversations are starting to feel a lot more like interviews. So dive into the depths of my heart and mind and get a glimpse of my inner views.

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Your soft brown skin Touches mine And sends a shiver Down my spine, Inhaling your scent Triggers me To flashback into My memory. You detach yourself From the place You called home and Fall to the ground with grace. Oh autumn leaves And smell of fall How I've missed you, I've missed it all.

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Sep 21, 2015

Sep 21, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC

baylee

Autumn Triggers

Your soft brown skin Touches mine And sends a shiver Down my spine, Inhaling your scent Triggers me To flashback into My memory. You detach yourself From the place You called home and Fall to the ground with grace. Oh autumn leaves And smell of fall How I've missed you, I've missed it all.

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You tip-toe out of the day out of the Atlantic Ocean with Africa's sun on your brown skin with Africa's wind grazing your dark hair and all of South America behind you. Had North America and Europe had enough sense they would have followed, too. Had they known of everything good tucked away in your womb then surely surely they would have followed, too.

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Jul 3, 2015

Jul 3, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC

jharris

Out of the Day

You tip-toe out of the day out of the Atlantic Ocean with Africa's sun on your brown skin with Africa's wind grazing your dark hair and all of South America behind you. Had North America and Europe had enough sense they would have followed, too. Had they known of everything good tucked away in your womb then surely surely they would have followed, too.

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