She has heard for too long now
that her pores bleed the color of slave ships
that chains have been seen in her smile
that her skin shines like a beacon of shame
sprinkled amidst Mississippi cotton fields
sometimes
her beauty sticks out
like a diamond in the ruff they notice her
and still
she is only pretty for a dark skin girl
Who does she think she is?
being darker than a brown paper bag?
The truth is that she is the color of the Goddesses
a dark chocolate kiss
neatly wrapped in silk
want to touch her face
just to see if it’s real
just to see if it’ll melt underneath my fingertips
Instead
I’ll keep my hands to myself
don’t want to be the stone
responsible for the wrinkles in her skin
this delicate rose petal of a woman
reborn in the spring
don’t want my touch
to taint her gorgeous
where not even the bite of Winter
dares to diminish
her light
The PBS Blog 
I love the symbolism in this! ❤
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Thanks 🙂
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Easily one of the most beautiful pieces of prose I’ve read in a long time! Thank you for sharing this. Wow, you’ve just made my day!
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Excellent, good to hear, yaass 🙂
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… more, please!
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Your words are powerful weapons to defeat prejudice.
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Thanks hun 🙂
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Wonderful. Reblogging on ‘Brilliant blog share’ http://brilliantblogshare.blogspot.co.uk/
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Thank you!
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