A.M. Ream Poetry · January 2016 · New Beginnings Poetry · Poetry

Water under the Bridge

Years of wishing

for lighter skin,

golden hair,

and eyes that

mirrored the sky

all melted away

when I realized

that there was

more to life

than one standard

of beauty or

happiness.

I found pride and

fulfillment in

who I was, in

the legacy of my ancestors.

 

–January 19, 2016

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