The most beautiful blue sky comes after a day of rain,
The most beautiful art comes from a place of pain.
But this beautiful skin holds more power than a king will know,
Oh! The poetry that resides in her glow.
Shadows envy her complexion,
Mirrors can’t perfect this perfection,
The only thing closest to her reflection,
Is chocolate and caramel half-eaten by a fraction.
If only someone could trade eyes with me,
To see the beauty in her melanin.
The complexity in her complexion,
Comes with undying attraction.
Her skin is not only dark;
It shines and tells her story.
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Author:
Daniella Umeh (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It talks about my community and the love I have for my skin no matter what others think
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Comments2
Beautiful!
(I personally have no idea
why anyone would have a problem with this poem)
try and ignore the BS
and cherish life's poetic journey of self discovery
we must - first, own it:
that beatific ugly in our capacity for beauty
those contradictions in our chosen direction
and our need for other's, to help us realise
those truth's we must excavate from within, ourselves...
reminded me of India Arie's, song
titled 'soulbird Rise'
( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hALF00uWiAM )
Thank you so much and for the song recommendation. It really is beautiful
A great writing Daniella...I fall in love 😍 with this poem...a very good combination of the words. 😄
Really like it so so much 🙃
Thanks for sharing. The beauty of the hearts is everlasting unlike the skins. Great job 😊
Thanks
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