My Black Girl Love

Yeah you call me ugly, 

Yet you stare in awe

As if my nose is not so funny.

Ironic huh? My beauty cuts in between your hate like a saw.

Yeah you call me ugly

Yet you're so flabbergasted by my glowing skin.

Does your skin do that on a beach soo sunny?

Ironic huh? My melanin is swimming like a fish in the sea admiring its fin.

Yeah you call me ugly.

Yet you pressure yourself to have my textured hair 

“It’s too kinky, too hard and does it smell, why do you leave it puffy?”

Ironic huh? I guess there’s more untold beauty beyond what my hair can share.

Yeah you call me ugly, Yet you go out for the injections making projections for the perfections of your reflections And come back and call me over weight because I'm too rounded in certain places and that's no debate. Media has shown enough of your jealousy that interacts with your envy but look what has become of me. I am now so bold and strong, my voice vibrates like a banging gong my hair flows like water benef my toes. Travelling up my luscious curves toward my nose my lips are big and full like a rose……… so yes. Thank you.

Yeah you say I’m ugly.

Your hate has built what has become of me. Pride and strength all from your envy. Please don’t struggle, because I know you love me.

Yeah I know I’m “ugly”.