Through my eyes

Flashes of influence
Am I beautiful too?
Black girl with kinky curls
My curls aren't loved
My skin just right
Not to black, not to light
Black beauty is what I posses
Is it enough for the worlds press?
The press that oppress my people?
Insecure
Beauty missed a race
A little girl out of place
A piece or carbon taking shape
Diamonds form in the hardest place
Now I shine for the other diamonds
Lost and misplaced

This poem is about: 
Me

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