I love poems.Poems are a version of me in words.I do write from personal view of life and other people experiences.
I was born so adorable,
I know that is believable,
Why am I still feeling this terrible,
I guess its because I want others to see me as beautiful.
Colour of my skin,
When I am alone you radiate with a golden beam,
But why do I have an inner voice that keeps the scream,
Color of my skin can it change if I apply so much cream?
I look at people with similar color,
I can't keep my step from staring at such a glamour,
Why do I have to go through all these trauma,
All I know is you have a chocolate flavor.
Today I want to make you pretty,
Put on a little powder and foundation to avoid you being so oily,
I am not imitating the rest but bringing out the cutey,
So color of my skin I love you just the way you are.
© 2018 Winnie Sagina