8 years young
She bombed my world without care
I was a little girl tapping ‘em feet to the beat of the song that remains unsung
To kill my soul, she would dare
Girl with Shirley Temple nonsense at the tip of her tongue
She cured me from being colourblind
I was a little girl with nappy headed hair
Breaking my momma’s combs in an attempt to be happy, it seems fair
I was a little girl adorned with insolent nostrils, brown skin, wide hips and let’s not forget my luscious lips
Singing the blues on days that I felt blue such as the day...
When I was made to believe the truest lie
This was the Law of the Bluest Eye
As the pain was engulfed through my veins,
Poisonous substances diffused into my heart.
She had cured me from being colourblind
With brown skin so perfectly crafted that no amount of sun tan can create, I didn’t care
The thought of being fair led me to bleach myself at the age of 8
To erase the association of my brown skin to only hiphop and crime
To rid myself of the hate and to get some embrace in time
To finally understand the bridge between pleasure and pain
To get someone to love me...if you know what I’m saying
I was made to believe the truest lie
This was the Law of the bluest eye
20 years young
I bombed her world without care
She was a little girl tapping ‘em feet to the beat of a song that remains unsung.
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Submission by Ruthdol Ywaya, Kenya
Africa Awareness Initiative & Caribbean African Association Member
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