They never appreciated you until you appreciated yourself.

You tried to speak.

They ignored you.

You tried to yell.

They laughed at you, mocking you because they didn’t value you.

It wasn’t your fault. You tried to make it work.

Tried blending in. Ignoring your rich melanin skin.

Tried lowering your standards, because no one would standup for her.

No longer feeling compelled to those around you, because all they did was suffocate you.

DarkSkinGirl, they never appreciated you, until you began appreciating yourself, and even that was not enough.

They pretend to like you, because deep down they’re inspired by you.

Still ignoring the fact that you do bring something to the table, sometimes the whole table.

Why is it this way DarkSkinGirl?

Your mysterious power scares them, when you’re just here to enlighten them.

The light you bring is too vibrant for them, and it’s your skin that helps bring out their demons.

Racism is a mental illness.