Black skin girl!
Beautiful, Average height.
Board face and smart, just the way you are.
For your colour, shape, shade and size could be noticed from afar.
You are brighter than the stars,
You are the queen of all hearts.
Stand out and tell them!
Tell all of those who disrespects you,
Just because you're black girl.
Shout out to those that sees, mistreats and curses you for your skin colour!
Warn all of them them that discriminates you for your surname.
Tell them!
Tell all of them that you, are a black skin girl!
And this life isn't a ludo game,
Where one wins or loses.
Taking sides with burning hatred from their blabbing tongues like that of your mother's firewoods!
Crumbling onto ashes at her backyard.

Black skin girl!
Tell them who you are!
Don't just leave the hurting scar.
Make the world see why you wear your native attires.
The golden robe on you which style they can't even pronounce.
The golden robe on you painted with hues directly mined from the rainbows.
The golden robes on you,
Is not the tags they think you wear.
The golden clothes on you whose name they stammer on or nickname...
Tie and dye. Lace material.

Black skin girl!
Be proud of yourself, my sister.
For you are a rare gem!
You are courage, not colour.
You have the answer to every question out there!
Every question they ask!
You are beauty and not a beast.
Tell those that still see you as a monkey, chimpanzee or ape.
You are a flower and not the thorn.
The mother nature's crown.
You are more than what you've ever imagine,
You are a beauty over and all over again.

Black skin girl!
You're gorgeous think doing.
You have a body worth dying for.
Your soft, full curly hair,
That stands like a touch of liberty over your head is worth fighting for.
Your wide shaped nose and full moon lips,
Is carved by the Almighty Himself so cherish it!
I still ask you, my black skin girl.
Why are you catty-shy?
Because the world tear your cloth of pride?
Why did you silently cry?
When you're a crown goddess,
Narrow and wide.
Why would you like to be someone you're not.
Embracing a culture that isn't yours like accepting a fate that isn't even yours?
Suffering in silence isn't endurance my dear,
I ask you my black skin girl, why?
Why would you wear wigs and jeans and even bleach your healthy, chocolate looking skin.
Why would you follow a tribe when you're a descendant from the tribe of lions and horses and nature?
Why on Earth would you hide.
All the burning tears and hurtful feelings that cause your fears?

You are more than who you think you are my black skin girl?
Naturally adorned, intellectually intelligent.
Poems from the grasses beneath your feel that praises you in euology and the trees around you that sings songs of encouragement and confidence.
Listen to me, My black skin girl!
You don't need beauty products to make you look different,
Because you're naturally beautiful,
Just the way you are.
Your blackness is part of you.
An honour, a pride.
A light of guide to you and everyone around you.
You round, tommy is what makes men from thousand tribes bow underneath your feet as they come running after you!
Your seat and tears to move under the scorching sun is what makes you,
Royal goddess.

Know your worth my black skin girl.
You're not just any kinda gem.
You drink from the juicy trees in dark forests to heal yourself!
You've chewed from milky coconut meats to fill your stomach.
So, my black skin girl.
Don't be scared for who you are.
Don't change for others or to be like some else.
Be who you are, naturally free and healthy like birds in the sky.
And with a smile, be stronger.

© Madinah_Writes