Self-Hatred .

Years upon Years of Self-Hatred
I told myself :
 " I am not my hair.

I am not my skin complexion, I am an individual. "

Dark my skin was
Short was the length of my hair
For years, I was stood over everyone else ; even my height was becominq a problem for all.
 Allowinq people to leave a negative impact on me
The sound of laughter is still ringing in my ear
I remember the hatred within my heart
Hatinq who I truly was 

The idea of beauty was everything I strived for

For Years I struggled

Accepting who I was , I became a different person.

I hated the skin I was in .

I became my own worst enemy.