What makes a piece of art beautiful are its imperfections
Smirks and smears that callously redirect ones attention
When the piece can transcend societal norms and march upon new land
Constructing a new sense of understanding that bashes boundaries many never understand
It is in that instance that creation reaches its epitome of aesthetic

Melanin……
I reiterate MELANIN, God bless the skin that it’s enriched in
Imagine being birthed with a substance that halts the aging process
That personifies strength and out runs the confines of carnivorous opinions
Easily absorbing and reflecting the sun’s kisses as if its purpose was to point to the right way with light rays
Just the thought of being born lit is enough to brighten up a black person’s day!
And dear I say God looked upon you and thought to himself
You deserve a few extra dashes of my chemical X incarnate

As if your bronzed caramel skin wasn’t enough to garner sin
Those spots that delicately mark your face
They intrinsically provide a map to where any and many can find an escape
They are scientifically classified as clusters of concentrated melanocytes
But to any human not gifted with scientific insight
They can be categorized as imperfection whose greatness is directly proportional to the chaos of loss
The L taken by any X of yours that couldn’t step up
For any passer-by that is struck in awe by your gaze
Then immediately sullen by the fact that at that moment
Those seconds were a part of their last happy day
Because to go on living in a world where those cautiously coined clusters cannot be seen at one’s leisure
Is one life that is bereft of joy and filled with everything meagre
…..where one never wakes up eager

I pen this poem with the burning desire to let my fantasies run rampant
To the minds of the individuals whose faces are blessed canvases

So that they know they are walking statues of vigour and vaulting hues
Specifically my Black Brothas and Sistas that were blessed by the Gods
And given a torch that burns more radiant than the polygamous escapades of Zeus’s heart
I want you all to know that you add something extra to this world
That your beauty marks, moles, scars and freckles are a sight to behold
So continue to tread this earth carefully as children that hold the keys to its Gates
You all are indeed the Melanin Kings and Queens that leave nothing but courageous attitude and aspirations in your wake
And Lead with everything that Melanin can provide in its namesake