When I look in the mirror, who do I see?

A beautiful black girl with,

A smooth queenly head, dark and lovely, held high, glimmering with

Fierceness,

Pride, and

Innate awesomeness.

A beautiful black girl with,

A sparkle in her rich chocolate eyes, shining with

Passion,

Compassion, and

Sassiness.

A beautiful black girl with

A playful yet knowing smile, etching itself with

Humor,

Self-expression, and 

Self-respect.

 

A little black bird who

Sings her song,

Struts her stuff, and

Strives for superbness with style,

Who loves her body, loves her skin

In all its shade, shape and size.

 

I repeat to you,

I don't walk, I strut

I don't run, I fly

I don't sweat, I glisten

I don't only think, I create

I don't only speak, I make known

 

Well why is that, me?

Just ask Queen Bey,

I woke up brilliant,

I woke up flossing on this black beauty,

I woke up like this.

My diamond? It's my heart,

The most precious thing in the world to me.

My rock? It's my mind,

The thing that keeps me empowered and steady, and

Resistant to negativity.

 

Flawlessly,

Flawless black girl,

That’s me I see.