Myy skin is alluvial soil no one can wash it out in the term of “fair”
My eyes are pieces of coal, it shows colors of all color
My ears wont listen to your scathing talk
My lips sounds out the beauty of dark nights
My hair flows like dark clouds rule the sky awaits for blissfull rain
My hands penned down pain of dark and deep that my words of the poetry
My gaits strides towards the liberation of oppressed people Beauty lies on the people thoughts, humanity,love, affection,faith....
I m proud wear to Black
So My black is beautiful