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Someone taught you that you were Dark and Ugly

You are 4 the first time someone uses you to put someone else down.
The first time your aunt tells your cousin,
"You are dark and ugly and she is light and beautiful. who will love you?"
And you can taste the acid in your cousin's eyes when she looks at you.
But when her daughter is born she calls her dark and ugly.
and your aunts laugh.
but you cry.
You cry because you've never seen a baby shine so bright.
Because you can remember the taste of acid in your cousin's eyes.
Someone taught you that you were Dark and Ugly baby.
Don't teach your daughter.
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