Being Dark Skinned Black

Often times we are critcize of our physical features. I was talked about all the time as a child by other blacks for being dark skinned. I heard it all, but it wasn’t about the names it was more about the way the names were being used in a negative light as if there was something wrong with being dark.

Today, I love who I am and stand out. I don’t care about color. It is what it is. I don’t wish to be lighter or anything.  People often stare at me now. I’m not sure why. People call me chocolate and other names associated with being dark, but I don’t like it. I’m Angel. My mother named me Angel–that’s what I prefer to be called.

I love all of me.

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