race relations.

this dark skin has got me
caught between a camera and my ambitions
I’ve got mirrors but society doesn’t care
the outside a battle with my self esteem
looks or lack thereof trying to put price tags on my
friday night interactions like this one guy:

how much are you worth boo, because
no sun needed here you already got enough melanin
for the rest of us and even though
your skin would flow like chocolate over my white sheets
your face fades to black amongst too many definitions of
exotic that don’t define you
they can’t see you because even though they don’t read
they still understand the meaning of choice
and you’re always on the wrong side of these decisions
you’re so pretty, i just wish your hair was longer cuz
i couldn’t check enough boxes with your reflection so i see you
but i don’t so ayo be a good sister and
get me your friend number because
i got plans