Black and beautiful

 

I am black and beautiful 

I wonder why people question my ethnicity 

I hear you don't look black

I see, well I see nothing

I want to know what makes me look different

I am black and beautiful

 

I pretend that I am a modeI

 I feel like it will always be a dream 

I touch the cellulite on my legs 

I worry it'll never go away 

I cry when I realize that I am NOT what society considers "beautiful"

I am black and beautiful

 

I understand that I will never be a size three

I say that I am fearfully and wonderfully made

I dream that I will be accepted for who I am

I try not to worry about what others think of me

I hope to be an inspiration 

I am black and beautiful

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