Unapologetic and flawlessly she is drenched in the very essence of beauty called melanin, Her body has a glow as if the sunlight shrouds and gently embraces her skin,
with a complexion  so deep and warm my eyes can just lay on it days on end,
  I escape this trance only to find myself captivated by her mere presence all over again,
  mesmerized by how she transcends the modern notions of perfection,
  you know the notions that tends to sleep on a darker complexion?
  and no, I don't want it to sound like that I'm sleeping on your complexion
  but everyday I picture your skin as a tone I wouldn't mind waking up and drifting away to,
  Miss melaninated lullaby your beauty rangs true.
  Crowned with royalty and rebelous in nature, her hair defies gravity only adhering to the Queen's imagination,
   "black girl magic" there is no other explanation,
    think about it, she waves her hands and then ****; her poofy hair turns into a new creation,
    bantu knots, braids, 2 strand twist, her hair is a work of art and she's an artist, her hair imitates the heavens and she's the goddess....

She asked me if I thought she was pretty and I was like, pretty? That word never crossed my mind,
Not trying to be unkind,
But that word should be served to,
Every other girl but you,
You're not in line,
Other words better defines your design,
Beautiful gorgeous elegantly divine,
These are the words that illustrate you,
The stars roses sunset imitates you,
So I question the logic behind  this method,
The compliments you reject it,
While the insults you accept it,
Your happiness I question if you neglect it,
Do you exult,
From an insult,
Cause it seems to be called pretty brings you pain,
Ill hate to Continue the strain,
So from calling you that  I shall refrain,
You call yourself ugly is that What you believe,
The agony you evoke me,
Is denying the truth that I see,
It's true looks are opinionated,
But your beauty is a fact for I know from where in originated,
Made in God's likeness,
his image these words hurts a stranger our Creator winces,
every Mona Lisa has her flaw,
but you're still the Mona Lisa that has me in awe,
So I question if you dont feel pretty because they can't see the beauty we see,
or do you really feel this way? if so I disagree.

Nothing can amount to the original,
so comparing yourself to another individual,
will leave you nothing but miserable, their worth is invaluable,
and so is yours, but you deplete such worth when you stop loving the one you was from birth,
you are truly God's gift to earth,
a present to this present,  
still un-opened and wrapped,  
still golden but trapped,
behind false ideas that you need to follow the trend, have this or that to contend,  
so to all the females that fall victim,
to the system of What the media encyclopedia or society considers beauty,
just know when it comes to being you your indisputable,
Be U girl because that's bEaUtiful