HER

And I can’t help but wonder what’s it’s like to be pretty like her
To be pretty like she
Worshiped as if she’s the prototype of the life tree
Skin bright like beach sand
“Caramel” cute
Hair that blows in the wind
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be pretty like she
Unbothered because I know they’ll all come running back to me
RAspect from first sight
Cause in the dark I’m still light? 
Never having to walk the school halls with red wrist , coarse hair, all the while the kids are yelling “blackie”. 
In my heart I’m screaming FREE ME
please release me from this skin that feels cursed as if I was born into sin
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be pretty like she
Untainted by the memories of frowned stares, blank stares, disgusted looks
As if I’m still that slave in their US history text books? 
They see envy
But all I feel is pain
They taught me this
They branded this on the back of neck
Burnt it onto my brain with every click of the tv switch
Etched it with the tip of their whips on the front of my chest
Sometimes I just fucking wonder what it’s like to be pretty like SHE
Ms.Lady with the pink lips, soft skin, and tight hips
No wide lips, no wide hips
And I wonder what’s it’s like to not wish I could be her
To appreciate this melanin I had born within me
Connecting me to the roots of my innermost being
But my pride is dying
My EYES is lying
My HEART is crying
At too many lovers gone blue
See I THOUGHT you were the truth
Cause you looked just like me
And in your spirit I know the divinity is as close to you as your misery
I understand now- 
Like me-you wanna be just like she

Written by Winzday Love

Phot Credit: @dalilalopes