༻🌼Blacked-Tone🌼༺

Carefully, huh?
They tossed me into the mud,
and now my skin wears it like a second name.
Look at me—pale yellow bleeding into caramel,
darker than before,
as if the earth wants to keep a part of me.
ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʜɪɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴡ ,ᴅᴜsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏɪsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ
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I stare at mirrors that won’t meet my eyes,
watch my breath float away between cracked lips.
Half a color. Half a breath. Half a chance.
Tell your lovers. Tell your friends.
Tell them about me—
the blacked-tone girl with dreams too wild for this world,
the one with hands that only know how to reach
but never to hold.

I asked for love once—
Not in words, just in the way my body folded in,
like a secret only the moon was allowed to hear.
I wanted a hand, maybe two,
to pull me out from all this dirt,
to tell me I was soft even when the world made me hard.
But they looked at my skin
like it was a curse smeared across my bones.
"Not you," they said without saying it.
᪥"Not love, not for you."᪥

They call it ugly.
This color, this night-washed shade I carry,...