My Color

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She loves her color,
Her dad is dark, she gets her red undertone from her mother.
In her wide nose she takes pride,
When she flares nostril you might can see inside.
She loves that her elbows and knees are dark,
In a crowd of white people you can tell her apart.
She loves how her hair is long and coarse.
To make it thick she doesn't have to add horse.
She appreciates her dark hands,
Because she doesn't have to pay for a tan.
I love my color and she wouldn't switch for no other!





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Fatimat A. said...
Mar. 22, 2009 at 5:29 pm
I REALLI like this poem Alot :) Being darker skinned myself (but i love it) i can relate to what your saying, keep writing cuz u have a talent and this can really impact people
 
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