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My Skin

by uwemy

Your skin ugh. So black so filthy, murky. But did I ask you your opinion? Your assurance that my skin is any less than what I'm assured it is? Oh No! You see this gorgeous ebony skin of mine, its more of an infinite beauty than you can imagine, conjure up, fabricate or even perceive. Jesus, he made me in his own image. And that my friend is all the assurance i need. I am beautiful.
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braidlocs
<p>My skin is beautiful as black as it is! Jesus lived in my old country for most of his life Africa. Now ask why is that. And you will find out He loves me as much as you but still I am beautiful as black as I am!</p>

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