I look around and I'm surrounded by white skinned people.They turn their nose up to me, because they beleive i'm not good enough. In my heart I think I'm beautiful.They shouldn't hate me because I'm brown skinned. On the flip side the black skinned people don't accept me either. Where in the world you I fit. I wonder sometimes if I have a place.Then I noticed God made me exactly the way I was Suppose to be.
Why they don't like me
January 16, 2008