I’m different in colour
My battleground scars , come as a result of disobedience.
Some from the never ending falls.
And maybe from the mosquito bites ,
But it all blends with my skin.
My colour runs deep ,
through my veins
As I grow with age and grace
When the sun shines, my skin glows
My melanin keeps on poppin’
I’m not tired of it
That’s who I am.
A woman like me
With standards and class
Crown on my head , looks like I’ve got the world on my shoulders.
I’m nobody , somebody ,
I am me , black
Black is me.
© Jennifer Sanni.
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