From the color of my skin to the texture of my hair!

We are all in this world together so why not share!

White,black,yellow,blue, red,or green. We are all playing a game of life so lets be on the same team!

 

To the curves of my hips to the broadness of my shoulders.

To the smile and tear ls on my face!

I say NEVER! NEVER let them catergorize me. For my black is beautiful!!!

 

I am not my hair

I am not my skin

I am not the pain that is within

 

I am strong

I am intelligent

I am my sisters keeper

I am my brothers first love

I am what GOD says I am, and for that my black is beautiful!

 

The deep humble color of my skin, her skin, your skin, our skin is a beauty within it self.

Look me in my eyes and tell me that I'm not human, that I don't resemble the beauty of Mother Earth!

 

I am my ancesters who worked from dusk to dawn

Who cared for one another. Who keep their heads up regardless of the pain they shared!

 

I am that lost boy crying to stay alive through his broken, black, skin.

To the chains that are holding us down, to the army of black soldiers he proud of your hard work

For you black is beautiful

-Markia Moton