Look at me
What do you see?
Do you see a beautiful woman or a loud, ignorant woman?
Please, I beg you, don’t be quick to judge. See I’m not like the rest of them you talk about.
I wouldn’t cut you
I wouldn’t steal from you,
And I damn sure wouldn’t be ignorant like you.
I see you creating negative images about me, why is that?
Is it because I’m a couple shades darker than you, or is it because I have a unique glow to my skin and I might outshine you.
Of course I’ll outshine you; it’s what I do best!
My skin is soft, silky, and smooth and I love it.
But please, I beg you, don’t be quick to judge.
Look at me
Now, what do you see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem my sister, the skin may be darker but all palms are white making it known that what the hand finds to do, no matter the skin, will be perfect.