The sun greets my melanin,
stretching it's rays towards me,
so as to tell me how it gives praises to my goddesses that reign within me.
There are no edges on me it reaches not,
both those scares worn with pride,
to the ones that tell tales which make my hairs quiver.
A star that bursts laughter on me to lay galaxies,
an admiration that makes the Gods recognise my existence with satisfaction,
a glow that shines to remind one of inner greatness,
somehow bestowing a halo of infinity.
Undeniable happiness that makes the moon...