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