House of Melanin
I am from the House of Melanin
look at my skin
The chocolate that surrounds my eyes
the beauty from within
Mother Africa has blessed us
and God smiles awful hard
The arch of my back is poetry
strong as the tree in my yard
My blackness is my identity
and I wear it with pride
The way the sun delights with me
the shade of my skin I will never hide
Though the world may not recognize the splendor of my skin
I will beam with the joy of life
Because I am from the House of Melanin
This poem is about:
Me