I am black.
I am.
I am.
I am.
I don’t want to be constantly reminded that my skin is your least favourite colour;
I carry the aftermath of that war daily.
Black 🌸
Posted byLotusPosted inPoemTags:Art, Black, BlackLivesMatter, Poem, Poetry, Racism, Spoken Word, Words
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I am not a Poet, however, I express myself poetically. I am not a student, but I am studying Financial and Information Systems. I am not a daughter, I am being, who was birthed out of a women's womb, and I happen to love her so much. I am not a sister, I just happened to come out the same womb which onced hosted a soul that now means everything to me. I am not a friend, I am an individual who chooses to let endless hours pass whilst spending presious moments with people I now love. Point is, I'm trying to discover who I am and not what or who I am associated with. One thing I am certain of regarding me, is that I AM HAPPY! View more posts
Lotus 
You’re beautiful, the way you are.
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Thank you Ankit
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Hey girl, I love your skin tone ❤️
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♥️ Thank you ✊🏾
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Beautiful! Your body is a triumph to everyone who has ever loved you. You are more, you are more, you are more!
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Such beautiful warm words, thank you.
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Black and proud of being so? Me too!
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Absolutely! ✨
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