"lightskin" poems
Black Girl
Black is beautiful shouldn't be anything new to you I know TV's confusing you but you need to just think it through, lightskin dark skin every shade of sister in between you're all beautiful women playing for the same team. Your hair is perfect ***** natural and curly blonde hair and blue eyes don't make you anymore girly. Enough with TV's fraud me and my squad out here looking for our very own Felicia Rashad. Shout out to Disney for making a black princess who didn't rep our women at all. I'm just looking for Nefertiti an African Queen a woman who's skin is like coffee love like caffeine who's mind is sharp and focused on that green but does it all for the family her day one team dog that's my dream, a women who cooks like like my grand mama and hustles harder than than Mrs. Obama. Black butterfly your skies the limit lift your spirit against the malicious avaricious ignorance. The world is spiteful and stupid you're all beautiful that's can't be disputed, be proud of your eyes and hair be proud every morning you wake up and take a breath of fresh air be proud for every test you ace be proud of that beautiful skin stretched over that beautiful face.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
here's to a la mort of a love that can never be,
a outrance of feelings that never got to be expressed.
i hate that my heart is so refractory,
how can i be in love with someone i know nothing about?
never seen you yet somehow i've seen you,
never spoken to you yet i've had numerous conversations about you..
i want to enodate my thoughts onto the canvas that is your heart,
but how can i?
you're probably in love with a lightskin beauty,
but is there any room for a caramel skinned Queen?
or will i be too much of a challenge,
too much of something too brilliant?
my feelings for you are pygalgia,
please darling allow me the chance
to search your soul & find the most unappealing things,
but love you anyway...
you're soul is too ostrobogulous for a quean,
may my being coruscate in the very darkest place of your heart.
til you realize your soul's worth,
til you realize yupukta my love.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Girl what is your problem?
still sipping up out that bottle,
having fixations with darkskins for their
mythical ****** performance,
you still ignore who lays dormant,
stuck in your euphoria,
thinking you got the best of both worlds,
while our brown skin men are getting shot like a ************
i'll back away from you if your skin isn't mine and
although some of y'all have a ****** likeness.
you think most of us like this,
i was a slave at one point in time but you no different
from a white *****
ever since i opened my mind i started looking at mixed and white like they
were the same, awareness to blame,
fitting seeing as how everytime you go on a dating
app they ask for **** or a plug, you dumb ***** give up,
of course as always this is simply my opinion,
whites and lightskins are the same , theres no difference,
i hope you get the message and the picture.
©abpoetry2020
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
Welcome to the auction down in Tennessee
Get 2 ****** for a k with a 3
If you don't buy him now he'll get found selling ****
He used to have a dad who left so when he gets a son he'll leave
Believe too
You got 1 but need two
You get a lightskin for the house
Who can clean some greens to
His baby momma's named rashonda who got nice weave to
The dark ones mentally scarred because his ****** were killed
The lightskin was for the house
The dark skin for the field
If he calls girls ******* then the ***** is real
If he's smart and educated then he holds no appeal ( pause )
Yea my names society and I got ****** of all sizes
And varieties
I got ****** from the ghetto who were Gucci with fake diamond rings
His kind and the cops will forever hold a rivalry
That's part of his anxiety
His intellect is 0 cause his teachers never taught
If you teach the ***** things then he can form his own thoughts
All he needs to know is violence ,war, *** and gunshots
Yea his mind is distraught
Filled with drugs and mugshots
Education is the key but people tend to change the locks
We used to fear the criminals but now we fear the cops
We are having a revelation detox
We get consumed by material things that we bought
So you can buy him make him work I promise he'll never rebel
You can burn him and **** him
But he'll still **** himself
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC