Alicia

Who am I?

Like the tall mountains in the sky, my legs stretch for miles
Like my beautiful melanin family, my smooth skin is gold.
*splash*
Thinking of the gentle sounds of the waterfalls back home
*vroom*
The cars rush past furiously leaving behind the stench of motor oil.
The smell brings me sadness and reminds me of where I really am.
Smell of curry brings me back to mi grandmoda yaad,
I feel secure,
I live in a place where i don’t feel at home.
It’s hard being different in a place where the people are the same.
Soon I recognize everything
I see my beauty, my personality, my- myself
I SEE WHO I AM


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