My melanin skin was the rarest treasure
in life that made me glow like an immense
halo, a starry sweetness dipped in splendor
and swag, an elixir of enchanting passion
glittering along with the rings of Saturn, brown
sugar of soul blended in with dreamy poetry.
I was authentically deep and riveting, a Nubian
queen full of serene sensations, an angelic
goddess gliding on the wings of glorious
streams, listening to the soothing melodies
playing under the sunset, the hip-hopping
trees twirling their leaves to the beat
of my seamless physique. Buttery brown
beauty adorned with sheer elegance,
uniqueness, supremeness, earth’s nature
radiating greatness in my chocolate brown
sexiness. My lips were lit, spitting the dopest
diction in the streets, representing my luxuriant
gleam, my black afro hair bursting with deep
ancestral roots, pure richness brightening like
the sunshine, a stunning sistah with that flowing
flavor, swaying hips, smoking shoulders,
******* making all the fellas go wild.
I was that sleek ebony beauty brimming
with soul rhymes, brick booming basslines,
the symmetry of my aesthetic existence a throne
of the greatest adventures, all magically black
and natural, utterly powerful, expressive,
blacknificent, blessed, successful, unstoppable,
creative and favored by God.