Skin Fling
I feel like a polka dot stew!
The kids all make fun,
No matter what I do!
My skin color,
I can't change!
It's not as if I have mange.
My ancestors lived in another part of the world.
Ate other foods,
Of which no one here has heard.
The color of my skin was like everyone there,
Now I stand out,
Even my hair!
Helping people learn who I am,
Maybe the teasing will end!
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2024
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