Self love.
Self-love.
My love is divine
Truly one of a kind
I don't need anyone to tell me I'm fine
I'm a queen in my own mind
My black is beautiful to my face to my toes
All the way up to my rounded nose
And my rough kinky hair I do declare
My texture is fair
To my big fish lips
To the dips in my hips
My melanin is the color of coffee
And my voice as sweet as toffee
I don’t hate my fate for your
Quickness to discriminate
Because we’re gonna regenerate
I use my words to delegate
Because I know my fate.
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