Beauty runs along the coast n core of the heart
Many mistake that by the soft color of the skin

Every night she reflects on the faces she's seen
And she stares at the mirror
Right before her she sees no beauty

Searching for a smooth spot is her desire
Pimple free
But her face is nucleated with pimples

The faces she sets sight upon daily
Haunt her

She looks back n criticizes her face again
She's not that yellow bone
She's  not a size 0

She is curvaceous
She is darker than her knee
But her skin is one of rare soil

She could bleach
Eat greens  

But she believes much that she  was born to be different

She learnt to Love herself
She Felt it inside
And it shone outside
Outlining the curves of her dimples
Surrounded with her beauty spots
Her freckles
Every one of those freckles  retold a story of where she started
When media was centre stage
Questioning her whether light she wanted to be? Or dark as the cave of Africa was her desire ?

She found light
Saw her true beauty.
She was once a victim
A dark victim
But now she is embracing her dark lashes n hazel eyes
Accompanied by her gorgeous dark face
She's proud
I'm proud
True beauty is rare