Dark, Yet Lovely Poem by April Humason

I am dark, yet I am lovely,
Not hidden, not broken, not wrong.
Not shaped by the whispers of others,
But formed by a divine song.

They look at my skin and my story,
And try to measure my worth,
But God saw me before the mirror,
Before dust, before earth.

I am not what the world decided,
I am not what shame tried to claim,
I am loved beyond all comparison,
Marked by Heaven's name.

Love is not softness without fire,
It is strength dressed in grace,
It is standing when others scatter,
And carrying light in your face.

I am not too much or too little,
I am exactly what He designed,
A heart that knows how to endure,
A soul beautifully refined.

My scars are not signs of weakness,
They are proof that I survived,
That hell tried to break my spirit,
But God kept me alive.

I am dark — and I am lovely,
Not because the world approves,
But because the King who formed me
Says I am chosen, seen, and true.