as her fragrance glides on an
aroma of harmonic vibes
as her voice resounds off plush
cushions of sugar-carpeted love
as her body dances to a throbbing
tempo of pulsating melodies
while her soul
stays as sweet and refined as her name
BROWN SUGAR the desire of the hour
BROWN SUGAR a sweet spice come to life!
The last two ‘Beautiful Me’ are posts and poems I have seen on the internet that connected with me.
Being made fun of because of how dark you are is something that happens everywhere, yes even in Africa. So black women hide, under layers of make up, bleach and filters. I won’t lie, it took me a while ’till i could finally look in the mirror and pictures and see that I was beautiful.
The jokes and teasing and statements like, if only you were lighter or jeez you are so dark, or i can’t even see you in that picture don’t bother me anymore, strange enough. I don’t hold on to them, i let them slide off my beautiful dark skin.
So I celebrate me and all the people of different colors. Be happy with who you are, love yourself, if you don’t who do you expect to love you.