Levia
Hartman
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Remember my name!

It’s written in the stars.

When you gaze at the skies,

Call me a brown skin girl.

I’m like a chalkboard, covered in words.

Many people try to define me,

But I won’t listen to this rubbish.

This skin belongs to me.

I don’t need anyone to validte me.

You see my afro hair?

I can style it or keep it loose.

I wear it as I please.

It’s on my head with pride.

My hair tosses gets admiration.

Dare not touch my crown!

Confidence is all in me.

All this will reveal my identity.

I’m one of a kind.

I know I’m good enough.

I’ve learned to love myself.

Thank God for my precious gift.