It's easy for me to forget my roots, to forget where I come from
My people the melody
And our culture the rythm
It's easy for me to fall back in my mind everytime I find myself comparing me to all the other girls I see,
Because I just want to be them
The blonde hair and blue eyes
The green eyes and red hair,-
Because somehow it never seemed fair that I got stuck with the Puerto Rican browns
I hated it
I thought it was boring and average
I've been called a try-hard
But it's just because I put a piece of myself into everything that I do
People see that and they try to use that against me
Which I also hated
Because it never seemed like they had to try-as-hard as me
So maybe it is true
Life is easier for those walking in white boots,-
But mine are Brown
This color that I began to hate
An unsolicited factor of my predetermined fate
Hate
The one thing I never had to try-hard to do
In that class I always got an easy A
The relationship between me and self love was always so close
But mirrors and reflections always stood in the way
Because how I looked made my stomach ache
I was always bigger
And maybe it's genetics or maybe
I was cursed with a slow metabolism and a love for intake
Still, the mistake that follows me through the days,-
Is not recognizing the beauty in my Browns
I'm a girl with Brown, curly Puerto Rican hair and that's beautiful
A girl with dark chocolate Brown eyes and that's beautiful
A girl who tries-too-hard sometimes and that is beautiful
I understand that Brown is my default
But Bright is what I choose to be
And after I finally see myself,-
Hopefully I can see the world in more than monotones
Colorful potential,
On a Beautiful Brown Throne
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© Nesi_VP
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