There she is, standing tall and proud
A woman of colour, they call her
You can tell where she is, even in a crowd
Her curves, her skin tone,
she’s more precious than a gemstone,
perfection is her
Tho she’s dark, but she shines like a star
brighter than her peers and it’s brighter when she appears
She glows, she dances with grace,
her moves, she slows down the pace of all men,
she’s so sharp she could make a balloon pop.
Everyone stares in awe, glaring at her beauty
But I know none can have her, coz
She’s my melanin.