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Skin Deep
Largest organs we as humans possess, my body is covered in skin. I know that’s not news to you but it’s new to me. When noticing things about myself, I’ll admit my skin is not where I begin.
But others do.
And it wasn’t long before I did too.
“It’s good skin” I tell myself, trying not to forget.
The things in my head are not conveyed through my skin, so I didn’t understand why people so hung up over something so juvenile, at least I didn’t yet.
See as a child the taunts didn’t offend me, until I found out it was supposed to. I had a set of things not to say so I didn’t become their stereotype, styles to wear my hair so it resembled my lighter classmates. I wish I had told myself:
“It’s not skin deep” That way my reflection in the mirror would not taunt me and say
“Oh what will you do?” but to say instead
“I love you too”

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This piece is about self acceptance and self love. Becoming one with your skin and deciding to love it. I struggled with self love for some time and as an African American woman it was hard to accept the shade you are when society tells you it isn't beautiful. Sometimes I listened other times I threw on a fake smile. This piece is abiut replacing the face smile with a new one saying "I'm Black and I'm proud, my life matters, I matter."