My Skin is beautiful

It's dark not dirty or diseased,

Dark and smooth like delicious chocolate.

It is just like me, it has any different sides to it,

Hot and itchy when irritated,

Scars and past burns that will never fade,

Dances to the warmth the sun gives, 

And oh so sensitive,

Breaking out when the wrong type soap hits it.

My skin has beeen past down to me from my ansectors.

It symbolies resilence,

It stayed beautiful throughout a lot of ugly

Whips that cracked aginst it in the past,

Drenched in scolding hot tar,

Burned from burnng flames of hate,

Hit with immense force of hoses,

Damped from the sweat of stress and labor, 

Balled in fist that fought for it's rights,

And beaten black and blue by friends of blue.

My skin motivates me.

I look at my skin and remeber all the sacrfice,

All the death,

All the life,

All the hate, 

All the love, 

All the fighting,

All the resistance,

All the betrayal,

All the trust,

All the dissapointment,

and all the pride.

My skin is not strange.

It's not corrupt or evil.

It's my skin, 

If you chose to hate it, be my guest.

I still love everything about it.