No matter how much praise is given to melanin

My skin is no match for silver bullets

A werewolf in brown skin

Silver bullets became the kryptonite to my Clark Kent


A blessing or a curse


In American my skin is sin

My skin is a direct pipe line to the prison system

My skin is a colored only sign at the white man’s shop where I liked to get my favorite coffee, black

My skin is you will never make it in cooperate America with that hair, entrepreneurship.

My skin is he will never be with a girl like you, black.

My skin is she had a weapon on her, a mac lipstick

My skin is blessed by the Gods, dipped in honey, and rolled in glitter, never forget this.

My skin is black.

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