Melanin. Rays of the sunlight smudged against my skin
My complexion, an art form of emotion
Skin tight, every pigment bounded together
Alined in perfect harmony
50 shades of Melanin, covered in 50 lashes
Double glassed for 50 years
My skin an obligation for setting standards
I've been categorised by laws of endorsement
Once bings and queens with sliver and gold
We went backward, on rags to riches
Made me want to look like this
...wear my hair like this
.....and talk like this
so I can dis-associate myself from my roots
I am a intelligent black woman,
where beauty is redefined
Yet still lost in translation
The humiliation of cutting off my mic and singing my song
Little girls dreaming to be the colour of happy ever after
So she’s sings, I am bold, i am beautiful, i am bright
I am..... Melanin
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