Sunday, September 22, 2024

Colour - This Poem Is Dedicated To Every Black Beauty.

Colour holds power.
It is that power, of which
Others are afraid.
And as a result, lash out.

Majority of the time, true and
Natural beauty that is genuine
Authenticity goes unnoticed. 

Let's not forget, that even
The grandest oak must grow
Out of the darkest of soil.

You were gifted a skin tone
Of colour, do not be ashamed.
You were gifted a skin tone
Of colour, a colour as beautiful
As your name and race.

Complimented, by the shape
Of your face.


- Alexandra Pierotti.



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