I was born in this skin
And I love the skin I am in
I have taken my first step
And said my first word in this skin
I have cried in this skin
I have died and rose again in this skin
Died to the stereotypes handed down
From generation to generation
Died to all of the misconceived notions
That the color of my skin
Defines me in a negative light
That my skin complexion is wrong
While others are right
That I will always live in poverty
And that this must be true
Since it's part of my history
And I'm different from you
But I made a choice to rise in this skin
To wholeheartedly love the skin that I'm in
Some may try to look down on me
Thinking somehow
That they are better than me
But it's okay
That's their belief
Yet I am content with the unique and authentic me
My skin reminds me
Of my ancestors victories
Of those who loved and died
Courageously before me
So that I could walk in divine liberty
Love who I am
And walk in total peace
My skin is one of infinite beauty
I don't want to be you
Because I love being me
My skin tells my story
I am a part of history!