I love each and every crevice of my canvas,
Parts resonate to the one who birthed me;
exuberant in its own beauty.

My hair is untameable.
Sprouts of rich coarse darkness
are the roots embedded into my skin
speaking of the still waters which run deep.

My skin, a burden in itself
Is my Pride;
My very protection against Society’s perceptions.

The curves on my body are more than a dress size
Or the men’s heads which turn as i walk down the streets.
My curves are my heritage
A sign of where home is.

I am more than a number that blinks on a scale.
I am worth more than the whistles
which fill the silence as I enter the room.
I Am Me.

Yes, i love my body
So mirror mirror on the wall
Don’t let this girl forget her worth
For she loves what she sees.