Skin Deep
Black as lickerish or white as whip cream no matter whats she looks like I love her for whats in her head. Lascivious light skin or brown and beautiful the hues of the skin are trifle to what makes us human. To find interest in each others features. Instincts. But to find interest in something deeper that takes an enlightened mind. We are of the same race yet we judge each other off of pigment and build yet say we are the most intelligent creatures. Don't listen to the shallow words of others that focus externally that makes you think your skin is a sin for it is a blessing that makes you beautiful.
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