My skin is dark. It pleases the sun.  My eyes are dark. They see many things. My hands are calloused. They have touched much. My hair is dark. It is not deceiving. My lips are full. They have moved much. 

Should my skin be cut off because it is different? Should my eyes be blinded because I have the gift of sight? My hands. Should they be burned for their hard work? Should my hair be ripped out for its health? Should my lips be sown shut because of my powerful voice?  

No. My skin is dark and lovely. My eyes are wide and gaze worthy. My hands are a symbol of dedication and strength. My hair flows with grace and glory. My lips scream love and purity. 

Beautiful. It's true...We are beautiful to.

Deal with it.