Every night My skin cleanses
Itself In streams of the blood
And sweat my ancestors
Shed.

Reminding it's roots,
Our color is worth way more
Than anyone's comfort.

My lips kiss the surface
of our universe that
Knows nothing about
divergence every
morning before the
sun rises.

whispering in its ears
" beauty lies on the tip
of your tongue and it waits
every night for you to
taste its sweetness"

My hair finds its beauty tangled
In the fingers of the rays of the
Moonlight and not in the corners
Of the mirrors set out by society


I'm the browns of our
Earth. I'm black beauty
That dresses this
dull world In color