Beautiful! Black! and Blessed!
Go ahead and judge me
by the color of my skin,
it is you who will miss out
on the person within.
I have no shame!
I have nothing to hide!
The skin I'm in
has a history of pride.
Malcolm, Martin, and Mandela
all shared my skin,
So, why should I be ashamed
of the skin I'm in?
I refuse to allow ignorance
to cause me to be stressed.
God created me as a masterpiece...
Beautiful! Black! And Blessed
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