I used to spend hours scrubbing myself in the tub hoping my skin color would get lighter
I used to pray to God asking him to make me lighter so I could be prettier.
I used to cry every night because I would get picked on at school, kids calling me names, names like "blacky", "charchoal", those words hurt me. Hurt me to my soul.
I used to hate myself for being so dark.
Then I got older, and it got worse.
I use to cut myself, wanting to scrape my skin off.
But then, I learned how to accept myself for who I am, how I look. "Yeah you're dark, and what? Baby girl you a beauty".
Take those words to heart girlies because being dark gives you something, it gives you strength. You are what you are. You are a dime, shine baby girl, shine.