PRETTY … OR IS IT?
Am I … enough?
Testimonies and proverbs are told,
Some true ideologies, others plain fiction
False ones dare state that colors make a man
But no, not in line with my diction.
Bound by the same old racial charade
Infected with the ‘me first’ virus
All around town, hundreds parade
Looking down upon the least of us.
A girl sits in a corner of the hallway
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Shunned from the arena of perfection
Too scared of her own shadow,
Even on a sunny day in the meadow
Drowning in the lake of desertion.
Cries herself to bed, yearning for non-judgmental dreams
Yet no word to her parents about any of this
Shout out to all in this situation
You are kings and queens in your own special way.
Back to the point, one thing remains vital
Let this message reach out, change lives, go viral
Walk up to your mirror, look unto it
Tell yourself; say it: I AM BEAUTIFUL!
