Him
He is the creator of heaven and earth,
An image of myself.
I admire my reflection in the mirror,
You know why?
It is because God created me in his own image.
He took his precious time and created me.
Today i stand proudly!
Without hesitation but with contemplation
And i emphasize that I'm dripping melanin,
I'm dripping honey,
I am black without apology,
Dipped in chocolate and
Toasted with beauty.
I am a black girl,
A young impala,
The colour of my skin is rich and dark like milked coffe.
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