The Bs Of Victory Poem by yahya said

When I couldn't paint her with dandelion and crimson type of paints
to make clear the smoothness of her tender skin, and trace her delicate curves
I used fine words that painted her character, and the image I dreamt on that cliff

Even when they denied my fully melanin endowed skin
forgetting Adam came from course stinky soil grains
I used poetry to cream them with love and affection
Only then, they saw handsomeness and how well I could shine

When they saw a feeble being in me. blinded by my variegated image
I saw a vivid opportunity smiling at me in quiet
as they strolled and walk in boast
I learned how to defeat their pride; within their own strengths lied my quiet victory