Poetry [Completed]

Skin

I have skin that goes on for miles and miles.

My skin is a warm golden brown with specks of white here and there.

My skin has scars and imperfections.

My skin is a mix of my father's tanish white tone and my mother's dark chocolate tone.

My skin is almost identical to my brother's.

Almost.

My skin is oily and rough at times.

My skin is clean and soft at other times.

My skin surrounds me like a blanket surrounds a small child.

My skin is the first thing I see when I look in the mirror.

My skin is dotted with magic and sprinkled with brown sugar.

My skin is youthful and has many years ahead of it.

My skin is my armour as it holds my thoughts and feelings.

My skin isn't ugly or "exotic".

My skin isn't "too dark" or "too light".

My skin doesnt define what I will be as a person nor does it define anything about me.

My skin isn't black or white.

The colour of my skin is extremely rare as there is only one like it.

The coulour of my skin is called "Kira".

I find it looks good on me.

It is unique and irreplicable.

My skin is a part of me.

My skin is not me though.
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Guys.

I saw something today that made me L I V I D.

Racism in any shape, form or fashion is strictly prohibited.

It is disgusting.

This is a poem I mad after I calmed down and started thinking rationally about the racist remark that was made about the colour of my skin.

The message is simple.

Just because I look like a certain race or nationality DOES NOT MEAN THAT IT IS OK TO PUT ME IN A BOX AND CALL ME ANYTHING OTHER THAN MY NAME.

I WILL NOY TOLERATE ANY RACISM AT A L L.

I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY HATE
AT A L L.

I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY BULLYING AT A L L.

I WILL NOT TOLLERATE ANYBODY BASHING SOMEBODY BECAUSE OF THEIR RELIGION, SEXUALITY OR THE GENDER(S) THAT THEY IDENTIFY AS AT A L L.

IT IS ABSOLUTELY SICKENING TO SEE HOW DISGUSTING AND CRUEL PEOPLE CAN BE.

IF YOU DON'T AGREE WITH THE RULES THAT THIS GROUP HAS SET FOR HOW WE WANT YOU TO TREAT OTHERS THEN WE WILL BE ELATED TO SEE YOU UNFOLLOW.

My next poem has bad language and it was written when the pain and anger left by that comment was still fresh.

I love you all and don't let ANYBODY tell you that you are not a beautiful person.

You are wonderful and you deserve the world.

I purple you.~Kira💜

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