Dark skin isn't dark sin

You say i shouldn't bleach, that black skin is beautiful.

But whenever I try to slay in this skin, you call me a beauty fool.

I shouldn't blame you for hurting me because sometimes you don't mean to do that.

But whenever we pose for a picture, I say "cheese" and you, "guy you're too black"

You say I look like "Bingo" whenever I put on my dark shades.

How do you enjoy saying my dark skin can stain a white shirt?

Because of the things you say, I literally lurk in the dark.

That's the only place I blend in without feeling attacked.

Because of the things you'd say, I feel uncomfortable being in a crowd.

So I avoid the public and people keep saying I'm proud.

I don't feel welcomed everywhere I find myself in including my church.

If Dark skin isn't a sin, then why will you look at me and start to judge?

If you won't let me feel safe in this skin,

When I bleach, please don't cause a scene.

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