Your skin ugh. So black so filthy, murky.
But did I ask you your opinion?
Your assurance that my skin is any less than what I'm assured it is?
Oh No!
You see this gorgeous ebony skin of mine, its more of an infinite beauty than you can imagine, conjure up, fabricate or even perceive.
Jesus, he made me in his own image.
And that my friend is all the assurance i need.
I am beautiful.