Her Melanin

Her melanin glows like the orange sun

 

Her dark- chocolate complexion- so fine

 

As she walks by, who can be compared-none

 

Her red, rosy lips stand out like red wine

 

As the stars fall, you see her eyes twinkle

 

Her stellar beauty cannot be denied

            Her skin begins to shimmer a little

 

            You observe her as she begins to stride

 

            But she does not see herself like you do

 

            She sees herself as “just a dark skinned” girl

 

            You say that she defines beauty for you

           

 

            She says she is “ugly to the world”

 

            You believe her melanin is pure gold

            You want her to have and to hold

 

           

           

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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