#complexion
Blue iris I eye down
Green paper appearing all around
Red muse muting everything blown
Yellow flowers grown swinging with the sound
The hues are soothing
But the gray gravity brings me too a down reality
A pallet mixed in with neutral tones and anxiety thrown
Trying to paint a vivid escape in between the sketches of our complexion
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confused with the city baby blu
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 9:24 PM UTC
Let’s dig deep into that topic no one wants to speak of.
At the end of this discussion let’s see who will show me love.
Here comes the blacks, the hoodlums, and the thugs.
The scums of this earth the rodents, and the bugs.
Always on the street corner selling them drugs.
They look at me like I’m a criminal lower than the minimum.
Keeping me stuck in my ways for days to years.
I go to work and come home look at my wage with tears.
There’s no way i’m getting out of here.
I’m not going to fall, I stand tall and never fear.
Even in my darkest days i’m never scared.
So, let them stare, I’ll shrug my shoulders like I don’t care.
I can face any battles I’m well prepared.
But why must I explain myself!
I am a citizen, with a good behavior, and well disciplined.
I went school and graduated, education is my insulin.
Things happen in life back when I had a mission then.
Now, I’m just one out of many men.
Who gets abused, misused, by my own American rules.
Where is this freedom? Let Me Be!
Like there’s no one else left but me.
We are the same, the skin is where you don’t agree.
My complexion is the only way you notice me.
So I don’t need a name, your target is aimed.
The feeling is mutual but it wasn’t always the same.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
Let your tears flow if they supposed to
Let your smile glow if they supposed to
Put your frown on before they think you soft
Let them know what they want to
But don't let them know your real complexion
The cry of a chimpanzee
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
Tranquil waves are my life, because they’re so poetic and beautiful!!!!!!!
That hides my complexion in the faces of the sea… I love thee this day of creation that God gave us…. All the days, weeks, months, years, are spent by social events and just living life…. But being kept in mind these small things are my personality
Author V.S.C.D.P
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
MELANIN BEAUTY
She was adorable in her coffee tinted skin
Her beauty as rare as the clustering of dragonflies
Amazing to look upon like the gathering of butterflies
Through her eyes stars felt closer than ever
Her lips was as beautiful as the opening of petals
My heart paused when our eyes came in contact
I felt like i have seen the queen of all that is beautiful
The envy of every woman there is to be
She was thin tall and adorned in elegance
Endowed with charisma of an Ethiopian princess
Her smile was first born
Her beauty always suffocated the crowd
All i could see was the wonder of her skin
I have fallen under the spell of this black queen
She was a fragile treasure, the elixir of beauty
She sparkled like she was kissed by the morning sun
She was never satisfied with her perfection
Trying to fix what GOD has personally certified
Denting you to wear a skin that isn’t yours
Like sharp sand i watched her beauty sink rapidly
She was deep rooted in self-doubt of her skin pigment
Not knowing the magnificence of her existence
She never knew she was a gush of glamour
Glorious to behold and graced with melanin
Gradually she became high on inferiority complex
She became lost in a world she was created to own
Your beautiful brown body is a work of art
Dipped in black gold and coated with brown sugar
You define an indestructible uniqueness
Your black skin is a badge of superiority
Black is magical and above comparison
Black complexion is the new religion .
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
Your beautiful body is a work of art
Dipped in black gold and coated with brown sugar
You define an indestructible uniqueness
Your black skin is a badge of superiority
Black is magical and above elegant
Black complexion is the new religion.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
Silent
is the barred mind
of a Girl
of a Boy.
Colored prints
of my colored prints,
and America wasn’t great
to those whose hands build it.
And their anthem plays on,
disguising detestation as protection
resentful the Sun’s
never made love to their complexion.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
tree your bough is resplendent
with the delight
that taunts me so
I espy her as she grows
my eyes are transfixed
by her glowing complexion
days go too long
quell my waiting pangs
coiled are my feelings
her essence appealing
to the taste buds
provoking her skin is smooth
and a flesh so succulent
bring her to maturity
she drives me mad with insanity
ripening to her full perfection
of purity
longing my heart strings
fracture
wanting the reward
ready to pick
the mouth exhausts
to caress her fruit
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
I am the bomb
Why?
Well just look at me
Look at my complexion, dark and smooth
Look at my face, so fat and cute
Look at my body, plump and petite
Look at my soul, so bold and free
Now look at you!
I love your complexion
Your face
Your body
And your soul
You the bomb too
Just a little differently than me
But it's still cool
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Perfect perfections
One woman once made a connection,
Not to me, but the world
You see,
She found the key within her complexion
For her whole life she faced rejection,
She wasn't "YOUR" definition of perfection
Your definition of perfection,
kept her from discovering her own
You kept her captive by your desperation,
to hurt her with your words of stone
For a short period of time you destroyed her throne
But now she has a voice of her own
The words that are made of stone
You get trapped by the sound of the drone
"Perfect perfections"
Today,
She stares into her reflection,
At her complexion
And says
" I have Perfect perfections"
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
when
the
red
from
her
cheeks
vanish
when
her
eyes
turn
dull
only
to
close
and
rest
the
torn
soul
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
I love kissing your lips
until an array of rosy pale bliss
shines along your ashy cheeks
breathes a sigh of relief.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC