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Melanin ( I don’t know a good title )


Mother of  Melanin seeds, I produce Kings 

and Queens of many shades 

but this world still hates my beautiful brown

glazed mocha shade 

Does my rich melanin skin scares you

Does my thick curly hair intimidate you, 

some say it’s a mess but girrrrrrrrl I don’t stress 

Open your third eye to see that the real 

beauty is me, electrifying hair of wool

that gravity pulls. 

Loved and absorbed by the sun killing my cherubs 

not just by one bye one but by the ton.

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