Beauty

growing up, I used to pray to God to make my skin white.

I used to dream of blue eyes and tall legs.

It's time, finally, to put these sad thoughts behind me.

I don't blame society, I don't blame the media.

It's no one's fault that in my days of innocence I thought I was ugly and unwanted.

But I only can give credit to myself and the Goddess in knowing I must embrace the beauty in who I really am.

I must shed off these lifelong layers of fear, of protection, of hatred towards myself, to become one with the spirit and the beauty that is and can only be me.

I am learning to love who I really am... my olive skin, my petite frame ... I am not a porcelain doll, and I never will be... I will never be a classique beauty... but I am dark, wild, and I am free...