I tried; I tried to find the words that wouldn’t hide
The way it feels to think that when I smile (or cry)
It’s the colour of my skin that sticks with them
I’d be lying if I said your words haven’t made me feel like crying
Or that I fin their side eyed stairs a little surprising
But they don’t see the scars within, they see my skin
So why won’t you listen?
We’re hurting
Look at my damn face
I don’t think you care
How pain’s intertwined within our lives
We’re tired of sleepless nights over our own
Our skin won’t fade so leave our Afro hair
The clothes we wear
Although we’re tired of losing men, we still stand
The way it feels to think that when I smile (or cry)
It’s the colour of my skin that sticks with them
I’d be lying if I said your words haven’t made me feel like crying
Or that I fin their side eyed stairs a little surprising
But they don’t see the scars within, they see my skin
So why won’t you listen?
We’re hurting
Look at my damn face
I don’t think you care
How pain’s intertwined within our lives
We’re tired of sleepless nights over our own
Our skin won’t fade so leave our Afro hair
The clothes we wear
Although we’re tired of losing men, we still stand
( Ana Catarina )
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