What is more precious than a diamond from the South of Africa?
This Black Diamond right here from Savannah.
My skin is that of a smooth dark brown and pretty black.
A mixture of beauty as well as grace.
The sun looked upon me and smiled and decided to bake me in her perfect light.
My voice is that of smooth honey and lavender.
It flows with an extensive vocabulary and is soft and pleasing to the ears.
What could be more precious than a Black Diamond?
No, I am not a size 2.
And society will not tell me that I’m not beautiful because of this.
My stomach may be big but it gives me a softer hug.
It adds to my outer beauty and I embrace every part of it.
My thighs are thick and stacked.
These two mamas help me stand upright and walk with a sense of pride.
My legs and my feet may be small but they have taken me through some good and bad times.
But nonetheless, I’m still here because of it.
My mother as well as other women in my family blessed me with shapeliness.
These parts shape my body, not my character.
Tell me, what is more precious than this Black Diamond?
My smile has no price but it has enriched my life as well as others.
Saying my smile brightens up the room would be cliche.
Instead, it has graced rooms with its simple brightness.
What is more precious than this Black Diamond?
I’ve shined in the difficult times.
I’ve been strong in the good.
My brains are a mixture of the women whose shoulders I stand on.
My personality is unique and bubbly.
Laughter is one of my favorite things to do.
I am unique because of my small stature.
Do I come off as conceited because I love myself?
Apologies if I do none if I don’t.
I know who I am as a beautiful, beautiful black woman.
God made me this way and He made no mistake.
A precious Black Diamond I will be in His perfect and divine image.
5/25/2018
-Mia J

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