Black Majesty: All hail the Queens!

Hello little brown girl I see in the mirror.

With your beautiful wide nose,

Skin couldn't be any clearer.

Dipped in chocolate,

Caramel coated molasses,

My beautiful little sisters wearing the glasses.

The Integrity of your heart,

Soul pure as gold,

Skin silky like honey,

You were not made to fit a mold.

Stand tall, My Princess!

For soon the world will see,

That from this little heart,

Will grow a Beautiful Queen!

All Hail the Queen you will be!

Cinnamon coated flesh draped across big bones,

Mocha chocolate drops of statuesque figures lulling through cityscapes.

Caramel coated beauty, tall and slim,

All loving the skin they are in.

The black woman's struggle with body image is a deeply ingrained psychological warfare.

You are too skinny, or too fat,

Bodies described in parts, 

Not recognized in its entirety.

But still we switch through cityscapes and rural fields in unadulerated glory,

Learning slowly that being a black girl, though tumultuous,

Leads to being a black woman, A Queen.

The mules of the world, beaten and abused,

Yet still as maya puts it WE RISE!

We have risen from cotton fields and warzones,

Inner city mayhem and country debacles,

But still I look at the eyes of my sisters,

And I marvel in their beauty.

My Chocolate, Mocha, Caramel, Brown Sugar, Molasses, and Toffee colored sisters,

Whom are the backbone of the world.

Although the world may oversexualize your bodies and degrade the beauty of your minds,

I stand here praising you,

Glory to my sisters, Heavenly and Divine.

All Hail the Queens!

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