"bronzer" poems
It kinda ***** to be hispanic.
Because apparently,
my ***** tastes like salsa.
and my calves are not strong as a result of exercise,
it’s because I’m hauling pounds of marijuana across the borders.
and I’m automatically dumb,
you know your people have been brainwashed when even they start to believe that they’re dumb.
that’s what I learned when the Mexican girl next to me in math class leaned over to me and said,
“You’re really smart for one of us.”
if a white woman has my skin color, it’s beautiful.
when my naturally tan skin is pictured, i’m now wearing “too much bronzer.”
I’m a fake.
I “don’t belong in this country.”
Because my ancestors looked up to this country as a place of refuge and stability, but I tend to disagree,
I gotta leave now?
Take a moment and live in my home. Live in my country. Know how my life works.
And then tell me oppression isn’t a thing.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
this dust-rolled
brown moth
is
patterned
with a band of white
to stand for winter,
when it was just a flimsy bundle
of gristle and sticks
and all the boys in the summertime are sticky and
unclean
like the mouths of dogs -
pink where the sun can't lick
the backs of their necks are baked red brick
girls wear bronzer
piled on thick.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
Across
mountain
peaks
like
the
spikes
of your
hair
my fingers
brush,
careening off
glaciers
and sliding
down hidden
slopes.
Curved and
crossed
as the bones
in your spine,
smooth
and
strong
like
the
gliding
wings
of
a hawk.
The tawny-colored
feathers
echoed
in each
iris.
A look,
haunting.
Chills
and
weightlessness
invade
my body
curled
next
to yours
in perfect
sync
to your
heartbeat.
Where
waterfalls
overflow
our emotions
capsizing
our lonely
individual
vessels
amid galaxies
colliding
each
other
on a
spiraling
journey
of
passion.
The heat.
Bronzer
than the
sun in
Summer.
My love.
My moon
and
my stars.
My one
and
only.
Just
two
out-there
planets
together
forever.
Undiscovered,
untarnished,
undefiled
by humanity.
A secret whisper
from
the
nebulas…
*I
love
you….*
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
I used an abundance of bronzer to attain that warming look
To bad, I'm see through
My pale dead cold blue glistens for you
You wanted me selfishly
I seen your tendencies shining
You were always better at dining
You never existed
The only evidence is a ripped up shirt,
covered in blue frosting
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
Porcelain powder
Amber bronzer
Fuicsha hues for the cheeks
Sandy brows
Black mascara
Red lip stain is what you seek.
I am not just a face
I'm a ******* human being.
I am not just a body.
I am soul ever feeling.
So many men, so ******
and tasteless
So many times
I want to remain
faceless.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
I think it’s funny how you wear
Your hair pulled back just right
With your necklace lying perfectly
On your fake-n-bake skin.
I know who you’re trying to impress,
Gooping your eyes with mascara,
Coating your face with bronzer
That makes you shimmer ten shades darker.
It’s not your boyfriend.
You’re not fooling us.
It’s as exposed as your cleavage.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 10:17 PM UTC
Hot summer mornings, Cold summer nights.
I wake up to the smell of sun block and bronzer
My body absorbs the rays of the sun
like a mermaid at sea.
Hot summer days
full of ice cream and riding convertibles,
Oh summer days, how I love you.
The days dragging twice as long,
the drag I like, the drag I crave.
Hot, **** bonfires at the beach
the smell of freedom
youth
wild
&
love
The sound of the waves is as loud as the
beat of my heart
That's how much I love summer days
& when it's over?
Memories have been made.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
Bronzer from neck down,
Diamonds on her neck, gold chains dragged by breeds.
Queen bee.
Mistaken, amiss, untrue champagne hair sprayed till shiny.
Glamorous eyes shine in the darkened nights.
To floral crop tops,
To flaunty knee-high shorts.
You wait hand on foot.
She demands.
Sunglasses perched up on her false nose, not even a dime pitched in for bills.
Her ****** struts catch eyes, but don’t bring any of them home.
Chewing on that gum,
Hundred dollar watch branded on her wrist.
Diva.
Bottles herself up, but not the children who need it most.
Lamborghini on point,
Lipstick in its place.
Rubs herself down with the most expensive lotion,
Checks her acrylic, high gloss nails.
Mascara filling, cheeks blushed, pearls on those ears.
Has the world in the palm of her white fair hands.
Crazy.
All of this, but can’t pay a house bill.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
Thank you for realizing that you are so unworthy
of such a precious piece of gold that you left her.
But **** you.
**** you for making her insecure.
You were such an infectious waste that all you ever did for her
was tell her that her weight should be a certain number
**** you for making her scared to go swimming
because she doesn't want anyone to see her stomach.
**** you for leaving scars on her arms
that she feels obligated to wear long sleeve shirts
even when its 85 degrees outside.
**** you for not allowing her to love herself
without foundation, mascara, and bronzer
because now she feels the need to get dolled up, just to take a nap.
**** you for everything you ever put her through.
I hope to God I ever see you because I guarantee you don't want that to happen.
I cannot express my hatred for you, even though I've never met you.
On the other hand, thank you for making her the delicate little dandelion she is because now she is my dandelion, and I will never abuse her delicacy like you did.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
I tried to move on, I swear I did. But every time I held her waist I didn't feel the tingle that I get with you, and every time I kissed her I didn't taste the sweetness that appeared when you and I kissed. She didn't want to read poetry with me, she didn't get it like you did. She didn't understand why I laughed every time I saw the bronzer stain on my carpet, or why the basement wasn't a safe place anymore. She doesn't understand who am I like you do - like you did.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
I sketch my face
The unusual silhouette created by my hair
Whispy pieces blowing in my face
Resting on my chubby cheeks
That do protect my lips graceful arch
My noses flat tip
I fill in the colour
My skin red as I blush
Mixed with my natural warm yellow tones
That hide beneath the surface
I wore no makeup
No foundation or bronzer
No concealer or highlighter
No lip gloss or eyeshadow
Bare skin looking back at me
I paint an image of my face
It does not look the same as the one I Invision
I wonder if I'm a bad artist
Or have never seen my true self before
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 7:22 PM UTC
You cover your skin with primer and foundation and blush
Eyeshadow and mascara and bronzer and lipstick
but with all that makeup who can see your face?
When all the lies are gone
the beauty is in the freckles and lines and blemishes
I see planets and galaxies when you look my way
There are constellations in your skin
and there's a supernova in your smile
And space is cold and stars burn out and die
But I want to see your face for eternity
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC