Open book of pages to my diary

Date: July 16, 2017

Time: 9:20 pm

Place: in my comfort zone 

Mood: loved 

Pigments of my skin isn’t perfect. 

I used to think that if the shades of my pigments were pulverized I would be more appealing to the human eye. I often wondered why I couldn’t look like how I felt on the inside. My pigments of Imperfection became many blessings that taught me a great and many lessons. Many of life’s substances came and gone. I found out I had to loose myself only to find myself and appreciate the matters of what I saw as wrong.

Pigments of my skin isn’t perfect. 

With my skin being the biggest organ of my body, I learned that my pigment wasn’t meant for everybody. Many shades of brown. Butter pecan-tan. I am the WOMAN. My whole presence was to coexist and live in 

Pigments of my skin is eloquent! I’m far from perfect, but I’m definitely worth it!!! -Keema 

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