I like how my skin always feels like it is popping
I personally think it drips
But without actually dropping
Not on my watch can the shade shed, this complexion is for keeps
So bleach, for why?
When this blackness makes me reach the sky
And this darkness is where I glow this Firefly
This black is beautiful, I dare you to tell me otherwise... Just try!
See black is synonymous to bling and to bold,
To beautiful and brave
Being black is a legacy I was told
And am willing to take it to the grave
See once, I knew I was black
But not this couple of more shades dark...
They tried to make it sting
But it only made me realize that being this dark means a thing
And now I don't just walk past a mirror glass
Until I notice my shade of skin
And I don't dare to just pass
Without paying homage to this spade queen
I love possessing the kingdom
And owning the sovereignty
I find such leadership freedom
And I'm loving the serenity.
- Reclaimed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem