The Truth of My Beauty

They say that beauty is deep within,

So why does that change,

Because of the color of my skin.

 

They say it’s okay to wear your hair down,

But when I rock my afro,

They always look at me with a frown.

 

They say that we all work as hard,

But I’ve worked twice as much

And has never gotten that far.

 

They say that my color does not change how I am treated,

So why do I get stares

And is often mistreated.

 

Well, if you ask me,

I think they are wrong.

Each hair strand is coiled to perfection,

To match my dark brown eyes,

And my glowing complexion.

And even if the world does not agree.

I will stand up tall

and say I am black, beautiful and free.

What are you looking for?