- Aug 18, 2004
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This poem is pretty self-explanatory
This feeling of self-hate is embedded in me
As I see the perfect image on the TV screen
Everything about it is opposite of me
Tall, light, and skinny
So where are all the dark and thick beauties?
The ones that resemble me
With curves, cellulite, and stretch marks, and are a bit heavy?
I see some in between
But none as dignified as the almighty vanilla queens
Who the standard of beauty
Therefore leaving the ugly dark lings like me
Staring into the TV screen
Wondering how we could look like thee
So we buy the weaves, relaxers, irons, and bleaching creams
But where do we buy our dignity?
Where is the place to purchase self-esteem?
How do we begin to cherish our unique beauty?
Instead of transforming ourselves into a fake image that we claim to see
Only it seems that the joke is on me
But I am not laughing
As I stare into the TV screen
Inside I am crying
Because I do not look like thee
Is there any place in this world of vanilla cream?
For a fudge dip like me
As I look to see
Where my place could be
I see nowhere for me to cherish my unique beauty
So in disgust I look into the mirror before me
And stare into the image of this black thing with eyes so dark it scares me
It has no beauty
It just seems.
That there is nothing for me
This feeling of self-hate is embedded in me
As I see the perfect image on the TV screen
Everything about it is opposite of me
Tall, light, and skinny
So where are all the dark and thick beauties?
The ones that resemble me
With curves, cellulite, and stretch marks, and are a bit heavy?
I see some in between
But none as dignified as the almighty vanilla queens
Who the standard of beauty
Therefore leaving the ugly dark lings like me
Staring into the TV screen
Wondering how we could look like thee
So we buy the weaves, relaxers, irons, and bleaching creams
But where do we buy our dignity?
Where is the place to purchase self-esteem?
How do we begin to cherish our unique beauty?
Instead of transforming ourselves into a fake image that we claim to see
Only it seems that the joke is on me
But I am not laughing
As I stare into the TV screen
Inside I am crying
Because I do not look like thee
Is there any place in this world of vanilla cream?
For a fudge dip like me
As I look to see
Where my place could be
I see nowhere for me to cherish my unique beauty
So in disgust I look into the mirror before me
And stare into the image of this black thing with eyes so dark it scares me
It has no beauty
It just seems.
That there is nothing for me