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 ,

That body

I am me , black

Black is me.

© Jennifer Sanni.

No part of this publication maybe used without legal authorization from the author .



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