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
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
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