Mother of Melanin seeds, I produce Kings
and Queens of many shades
but this world still hates my beautiful brown
glazed mocha shade
Does my rich melanin skin scares you
Does my thick curly hair intimidate you,
some say it’s a mess but girrrrrrrrl I don’t stress
Open your third eye to see that the real
beauty is me, electrifying hair of wool
that gravity pulls.
Loved and absorbed by the sun killing my cherubs
not just by one bye one but by the ton.