I know my worth

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melanin in my skin

white folks look at me as if I am a sin

I'm black and I'm proud

nothing that you could change about

accept that I'm beautiful

I am a queen

that's all I in a mirror can see

I love my curls, I love my coils

I love my texture

I live for the curves on my bod

I cannot be flat and monotonous

I was marinated, seasoned, and cleaned

I'm something different

Not to compare with your flavourless chicken, nah

I'M BLACK AND I'M PROUD

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Even though the poem speaks for itself. I wanted to clarify that all of my race/color related poems are not to shade anybody. It's just how people in this situation feel.

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