Revel in your coarse skin child.
You are of the sun.
You endure so much.
Been to hell and back
And yet the mother loves you just the same.
Quell your rage.
Gulp your pride.
Shut your blinds.
Let your salty tears run over your melanin
And tilt to the sky.
Your pain shall be scorched
And your irises shall mirage.
For as hopeless as it seems,
You were made in her image.
The riverbed of your cheek shimmers
With sour shards.
Let those fruits nourish you,
For your cracks are the branches in which your ancestors sit.
You're beyond hunger.
You're beyond mortal.
You are of the Gods.
A meteorite of awe.
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