Personal Statement: Number 2

Being black isn't an easy shade to live by

Did I hear you say

If it ain't one thing it's another

But couldn't you have warned me

About how this world ain't always right

Cause there have been experiences in my life

Where it caught me off guard and forced me to look at myself Forced me to stare

at my skin color

I've gotten hurt many of times

I've been lied to, cheated upon, stabbed in the back

From some people who really didn't know me, just seen one

thang and closed the doors

There have been times that I wished I was lighter

So I wouldn't get rejected, looked down on so much

I tell you

Showing myself to the people of today

Who have feelings and beliefs that I am less than them

is a continuous battle

When it was God who chose to give me this birth mark

Being black isn't an easy shade to live by

It's a difficult situation

And for each cycle the wind blows

It blows fire and always water

It makes me notice who I am and where I came from

Which leads me to be

A strong survivor

Now that I know this of myself

I wonder are my folks that way too

Just because they hardly praised us or told us

Right out in the open how great we were

Do that make them feel inconsiderate of

Which sometimes could have led us to believe

We were

no earthly good to our parents

and to ourselves too

Maybe Momma and Daddy's parents had a hard time expressing

love to them

That made my parent's affection hard to reach us at times

Because of how they were taught to believe it was no big thing

in sharing it so closely But really

We did need it growing up

Especially when the world was down on us already

But who knows, maybe Grandma's parents had a rough time too

Trying to show love and make it stand out there for them

When the parents of the next generation

Was so busy trying to make it all work

They forgot or was afraid to pull their guards down

Because of how ignorant the world was

Because of God choosing us all with the birth mark of our

colored skin

I wonder did Momma and Daddy

Forget about their guards too, even for their children

I know they love us though and would give up their lives to die fo us

But will it ever change the shade of black

For each cycle the wind blows

It blows fire and always water

It makes us all notice where we came from and who we are

It leads us all to be strong survivors!

Peace and good health to you. My name is Dezeria Collins, aka 'Dimples'. I hope you enjoy my writing... something I've been doing quite some time.

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