I get black in the summer
Like really dark
I know it's my ancestors
Coming to protect me from the harsh
Yet kind
Sun
You get golden
You tan beautifully
Many people in our society
Like it when your pale
Not me though
I love how rich and full of life you get
When you get your summer skin
YOU ARE READING
My Love for him in a series of Poems
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote about a boy that I love.
