Her Melanin

Her melanin glows like the orange sun


Her dark- chocolate complexion- so fine


As she walks by, who can be compared-none


Her red, rosy lips stand out like red wine


As the stars fall, you see her eyes twinkle


Her stellar beauty cannot be denied

            Her skin begins to shimmer a little


            You observe her as she begins to stride


            But she does not see herself like you do


            She sees herself as “just a dark skinned” girl


            You say that she defines beauty for you



            She says she is “ugly to the world”


            You believe her melanin is pure gold

            You want her to have and to hold






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