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Loving my Skin
February 24, 2019
They hate me for my color.
They hate me for something I was born into.
They hate me because I’m different,
an alien from another world.
A world where mothers are the heads of families.
Where our struggles made us into what we are,
our scars into our permanent birthmarks.
I hated the color of macchiato of my skin,
my mother's skin,
I hated my crooked nose,
my father's nose,
for all of this, I hated myself.
In time I grew,
in mind and body,
learning to love my family and me;
realizing
my family made me into who I am
and for that, I could never hate them.
© Mandy Eve O., Mineola, NY
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