My Black is beautiful

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From the color of my skin, to the texture of my hair to the length of my strands, to the breadth of my smile

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To the stride of my gait, to the span of my arms, to the depth of my bosom, to the curve of my hips, to the glow of my skin....

My black is beautiful.

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It cannot be denied. It will not be contained. And only I will define it.

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For when I look in the mirror, my very soul cries out,

My black is beautiful.

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And so today, I speak it out loud, unabashedly, I declare it anew.

My black is beautiful.

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Whether celebrated, imitated, exploited, or denigrated,

Whether natural from inside or skillfully applied

My black is beautiful.

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To my daughters, my sisters, my nieces, my cousins, my colleagues and my friends,

I speak for us all when i say again,

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My black is beautiful.

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-Unkown