Let's not bring up those cliches,
On how black is shiny beaut.
Why don't we choose,
What window to shed the light?
Because really.....

Black is simply us.
Black is the coat we wear.
Black is the words we speak.
Black is the culture we uphold.

Black does not depict our worth.
Black does not represent our mistakes.
Black is not our talent.
Black is not our shortcoming.

Black is not why I am pretty.
Black is not why I am successful.
Black is not why I am unlucky.
Black is not why I am imperfect.

Black is really just......
A gem gifted to me by chance.
One of many of what I am.

The capes of weakness and strength,
That I wear interchangeably,
Are not as a result,
Of my melanin tone.

Black really is.....
Something I'm proud of.
A blessing among many others.
A characteristic I was given.
An independent part of me.

Black is beautiful, so is white.
But do you know this fact?
I am not beautiful because I'm black.
Rather because I am ME through the colours.

I am, unapologetically, black.
I love, endlessly, myself.
I represent, unwaveringly, my culture.
And I stand for, boldly, my freedom.

Black to me is,
A part of me,
That does not represent me,
But complements me.


© dh_irah✨🦋