Treasure Island

Kayla Hill


Unrivalled


Why do you hate me?
Is it because my skin is brown
Dipped deep in a chocolate fountain
The ability to endure the elements of all four seasons
Creamy, fudged, brown.....
Why do you hate me?
Is it becuase my lips are big
Round and sweet
Taste nectar or a juicy Georgia peach.....
Why do you hate me?
Is it because my body has curves
Curves! Deep curves!
Waves of the rising tide
Snatching every eye.....
Why do you hate me?
Is it because my hair is long
Long and thick as country molasses
Strong enough for you to latch on.....
Is it because your skin is brown!
Your lips are round!
Your body has curves!
Our hair is kinked!
Our nectar is sweet!
Legs more bow legged than a cowboys feet.
Girls stop hating. We are all beautiful women of color. The higher our heels, the more our back arches......

Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 01, 2013
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Every woman is a shade of color. We are beautiful and equals. Power to the She!

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