"prooves" poems
I saw in a magazine
A beautiful black woman
Her hair was wild
Her face was dark
She was a true black beauty
Then I looked in the mirror
And I saw myself
I am black, but certaintly not beautiful
My hair is coarse
My eyes are dark
Black and beautiful don't mix
But on that woman,
Her beauty prooves that statement wrong.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 5:03 PM UTC