For Dark skin Women.

She is the darker sister.

Born in the blackness of space.

A child of the soil-  the ripe

pumpkin that was uprooted

from the fertile lands of Africa.

branded and sold across far

lands for a price.

Baptized in a brain washing

ceremony under a plantation.

Stripped of her cultural norms,

and given a new name.

A subject of constant ridicule.

Mistreated, and oppressed

because of the color of her skin.

 

She is the darker sister.

A product of the fourth generation

of slaves.

Mixing bleach in her bath water

because she failed the paper bag

test at school.

Picked on for no reason, constantly

bullied and segregated because

she was “too dark”.

Mocked by her black brothers and

sisters who are obsessed with

Hollywood’s twisted standards

and perception of  black beauty –

always promoting light skin

women.

Society branded her as ugly and

labeled  her with names like

charcoal, black witch and tar woman

because of her dark skin shade.

 

She succumbed to self hate, became

very insecure and developed low esteem.

At funerals, she wasn’t allowed to wear

black because her skin Complexion

already represented death.

She thrived at night because the dark

blanket of the night somehow blended

with her dark skin- consoled  and

reminded her that they are all even.

 

She is the darker sister.

As a young woman, men avoided

her like the plaque.

Desperate young men wiggled inside

her pot of clay like vicious insects after

dark, with the lights out because they

didn’t want to look at her.

Tears filled her mother’s eyes each

time she came home.

Constant reminder of her struggles

as a mother to a daughter stereotyped,

hated for her dark skin.

Crippling reality that her baby might

be damned to staying alone because

suitors shunned her dark skin.

 

Her aunties cussed, jeered and scolded

her.

Blamed her for her mother’s distress and

warned her not to filtrate the family line

with her dark curse by getting babies.

Women of farce whispered across

hallways, judging and insulting her

because of her dark skin.

 

She became so pitiful that even her

friends avoided her.

They were ashamed to hang out in open

places with her.

Her pregnant relatives openly wished that

their children didn’t turn out looking like her.

Beauty’s curse couldn’t let her walk freely

in the street at a certain time because

somehow she looked a suspect.

A victim of oppression and unnecessary

hate, leaving her feeling depressed, angry

and sad.

 

 

She is the darker sister.

Conscious, subconsciously now she is.

Embracing a new self love and appreciation.

Roaming  through the streets with her head

up because she knows that her dark, rich

melanin represents her heritage, roots as a

beautiful African woman – and she shouldn’t

be ashamed of flaunting it, and loving it.

She embraces her identity with pride.

She won’t dumb down to society’s perceptive

ideology of black beauty nor accept to change

the color of her skin to please anyone.

She refuses to be bullied or put down because

of her dark skin or be a part of any black

women empowerment campaigns meant

to promote and uplift lighter skin women

and put down women of a darker skin shade.

 

She is the darker skin sister.

Dark chocolate with the funky milky way.

The cool, intelligent, funny sister with the

tinted shade.

She acknowledges who she is.

She accepts and loves her dark skin.

She is a beautiful black woman.

She is a Queen.

 

©FloetryC 2016

aer

 

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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