Zipped is my mouth when it comes to beaurty,
Everybody knows that I don't have much in all honesty
Laying down in my bed I started wondering
Everything within my sight is just spinning
So yes I don't have creamy white porcelain skin
That can entice a man's desire deep within
All I have is a burnt covering that's not exciting
I am black and here I am proudly saying
Real beauty is not about the color of the skin you behold
Even young one knows beauty is what your heart does hold
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"Real for the Unreal"
PoetryHurt me or amaze me, they work the same way. Hello there! I'm here again with a compilation of acrostic poems which I wrote for some people I met personally and online. I posted some on Facebook and well, kept the others within me. By the way I fol...
