RDP Tuesday: DIVERTICULITIS
Clean, pure, shiny
I always wanted to be a white girl
any white girl
because I thought they were all
better then me, prettier then me, sexier then me, smarter then me.
That’s what the pictures in the magazines said.
I still feel that way and when I catch those feelings bubbling to the
surface of my skin
I try to tell myself it will be okay
but I know I am lying.
In my eyes, I will never be clean, pure, shiny- or white
like the goddesses in the magazines are.
I wanted to be as skinny as those girls. Few ever measured up to them, no matter what the color of their skin.
So true. But I get angry at myself for falling down that rabbit hole.
I felt that way in Africa. All the women were so beautiful and I felt so colorless.
Me, too. My poem today reflects that thought you got me started on….