sphinxgoddess

February 26, 2015

I tried to roll the melanin off my skin

Again and again & I couldn't win

I tried to down size my thick thighs

Because the way they moved eyes were a sin

I've tried to cover my breast

Only to fit in with the rest of the flat chested

Wretcheds... But when I migrated to the land of southern hospitality

And big red oak trees and overly sweetened sweet teas

Where the hearts are big but the booties are bigger

And I'm never shamed for being a nigger

The scene changed and all those once shamed named became

Compliments one after another again & again

The melanin I once tried to roll OFF my skin

Was rolled back on me three times more

And as my mind opened & my EYE sight grew

I wanted more

More of my thick thighs that moved eyes & created sinful minds

More of juicy upright peach ass, cause as it moved , eye schooled and put all the niggas in class

I loved my breast and how they were a lil bit bigger than the rest

But despite the new found admiration for my physical attributes

I fell in love with myself

My poisoned mind like venom

Striking the weak while I'm continuously winning

How my tongue spoke tongues and cast spell over the gentle minded ones

How my brown mud eyes become the most delicious deceiving yet luring richest thickest quick mud

Making my melanin brothers fall one after another

And how my melanin,

The one I once tried to roll off before,

It become the most delicate, smooth, deepest chocolate of the land

And every man wanted a piece

But I had better plans for this chocolate

I was saving it for me, when I was ready to have some

Not when I was hungry , not when I was full but when I was content

And when I was, I'd have some and maybe share

But only to a KING of melanin worthy of it.

Because I am Queen of melanin, Queen of me

Queen of my temple, Queen of Daisy

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