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Self love.


My love is divine

Truly one of a kind

I don't need anyone to tell me I'm fine

Because honey I'm a queen in my own mind

My black is beautiful to my face to my toes 

all the way to my rounded nose

And my rough kinky hair I do declare 

My texture is fair

To my big fish lips 

And the dips in hips 

My melanin is the color of coffee

and my voice is as sweet as toffee

I don't hate my fate

of your quickness to discriminate 

Because we're gonna regenerate 

I use my words to delegate 

Becuase I know my fate. 

 

 

 

 

 

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