A poem for me and my mother
The first woman who called me beautiful
Said to me:
“You are black beauty”
“You will be Miss Kenya”
“You are fearfully and wonderfully made”
I hated my dark skin
I was too dark to be beautiful
God forgot me in the oven you see.
Said to me:
“You are black beauty”
“You will be Miss Kenya”
“You are fearfully and wonderfully made”
I hated my dark skin
I was too dark to be beautiful
God forgot me in the oven you see.
They told me I looked like my mother
They called her beautiful
They never called me beautiful
They called her beautiful
They never called me beautiful
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Today, a woman called me beautiful
She turned to me in a crowd
Said to me:
“You are beautiful”
See when a woman calls you beautiful
It doesn’t matter if he’ll ever notice you
Or if they’ll care to see you
As more than dark skin
When a woman calls you beautiful
You remember the first woman who called you beautiful
Your Mother. My Mother.
She called me beautiful.
I am black.
I am beautiful.
Today, a woman called me beautiful
She turned to me in a crowd
Said to me:
“You are beautiful”
See when a woman calls you beautiful
It doesn’t matter if he’ll ever notice you
Or if they’ll care to see you
As more than dark skin
When a woman calls you beautiful
You remember the first woman who called you beautiful
Your Mother. My Mother.
She called me beautiful.
I am black.
I am beautiful.
Wow!! Miriam I can also add to that, you are beautiful and its a plus to you, I can see you going places.
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ReplyDeletethank you!
DeleteWhen a man calls you beautiful?
ReplyDeletelol i'll write another poem then? maybe?
DeleteAwesome piece, I adore the things you write
ReplyDeletethank you :)
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