Do you love yours?
There are so many things that I want to do that I haven’t done, and this piece is my first attempt at one.
Transcript: Dark skin girl
Dark skin girl living in a light skin world
Deception in perception because her story’s never heard
Dark skin girl meets good looking, dark skin, nice hair with a big you know mind
Summoning her confidence because she’s looking rather fine
She hollas at him, but wait, listen to his reply,
You’re cute, let’s be friends I think you’re pretty fly, but
You see your lightskin friend she’s about to be mine
And just like that she’s darkskin girl living in a light skin world
But nutella has always been the world’s favorite spread right?
No its probably butter?
I’m just playing
Anyway, dark skin girl meets charming guy
Who doesn’t respect her enough to realise that she’s fly
She’s like watchumean, tries to reset his mind,
Tries to change him to her kinda guy
Because nobody got time for kinda sorta right or kinda sorta wrong
You know from first name hot last name dog
She doesn’t understand why he sees her as a liability
Because his pessimistic view of her will never be actuality
To be fair, you determine what you find attractive
But answer this question, if not for the tell-lie-vision
Would your mind be so passive?
You go with the flow that dark skin may glow, but white wine is addictive and you can’t say no
Open your eyes and realize if we don’t hold each other up where’s our stability
Stop that! don’t look at her with pity
Saying things like, oooo she’s so dark, how can she be pretty?
You can stop and stare
But look with awe because baby girl is rare
And no this isn’t a condolence call
Trying to make dark skin girls stand tall
Its an affirmation of the rights that we’re all entitled to
No one should feel less of themselves because of the skin they’re born into