The clock strikes midnight and you’re all alone
An eerie feeling washes over you then you hear a low moan
The floorboards creek but you’re standing still
Your heart now beating fast and suddenly a chill!
Someone or something is wailing in the distance
You now wish you have someone else for assistance
As something is slowly creeping its way to you
And you have a feeling it wouldn’t just say “boo!”
The darkness is hiding whatever is coming while you are now more aware of your fears
You say a silent prayer but it doesn’t stop your tears
You hold your breath as you know the thing is going to get you
Suddenly! You think you hear something coo
You turn around slowly and what do you see?
A mirror showing a reflection of yourself that’s as pale as can be.
I live in a country were pale skin is considered pretty
Which is an irony
Because most people are brown, bronze, dark, or colored
They look at me with envy
And say I’m lucky…
Only because I’m pale, that they think me a beauty.
Almost everyone here wants snow white skin
While I think “morenos” or “morenas” are beautiful
But I don’t try to change my skin color
Unlike most I see around me
If beauty is just skin deep
Then I don’t want to be considered beautiful
I’d rather be seen as pretty because of my dry wit and sarcasm
Because of my intelligence and quirkiness
I’ll shed this pale white skin
And be a different kind of beauty
She was a ghost!
White, no, pale
She was different from most.
Others loved her fair skin
Many coveted hear paleness
But she never liked her color, the same way she hated her chin.
She hated being thought of as pretty just because of her skin color
She wanted to be seen as more
Because she is more than just her skin color.