The sun hits me strong
With no compassion for my shy skin.
My winter shade resists and makes me
a late arrival from the moon.
In this childhood of summer,
My melanin grows.
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The sun hits me strong
With no compassion for my shy skin.
My winter shade resists and makes me
a late arrival from the moon.
In this childhood of summer,
My melanin grows.
I retain my composure
While I slowly unfold
On the sand
And in the salty water.
