The image of beauty is one that I have trouble to see,
for when it’s presented, it never looks like me.
It’s never the girl who holds her comics in her hands,
yet we idolize and minimize the girl who chooses to dance.
My dark skin and features are presented as less than,
yet those with fair skin is expected to tan.
The image of beauty never looks like me,
but attaining said beauty is impossible to see.
Very few women are treated as they should,
even if they’re from the suburbs or the hood.
My culture are my roots, my experiences the trunks that stands
and my curls and coils are the flowers that flutter in my hands.
As a black woman in this society; I’ve had to learn this:
I have to be a woman with no qualms with who she is.
But I’m not the only woman who needed to know self love;
for women of all races beauty isn’t a one size fits all glove.
From deep complexion to fair or from thick to thin;
women should have no qualms with the beauty within.