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The Hue of Me
For too long, I was told to favor a different hue,
Too young to understand why.
As I grew older,
The very ones who mocked me
Used bronzers to chase a different tone.
Their insecurities rubbed off on me
For far too many years.
But then I stopped seeing through their eyes,
And began to see through my own.
I finally recognized a color so gorgeous
It brought tears to my eyes.
For too long, I had overlooked
The beauty God had gifted me.
That day, I finally saw… me.
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