All flawed, yet flawless in my mirage of thoughts,
visions o’er sunlight, the estrange smooth in the mirror
I embrace this skin
Through days i linger, sweet chocolate tells no lies;
this crimson backing up my funk,
shaping my brows and accentuating my glow;
beautiful they say, in my words, my mind
I admire my skin
Sometimes the harsh beckons, quiet pricks of the sun
and the cold kiss from the rain still marveling in trickles,
in cushions that i miss, soft fingers last, line to line
I adore this skin
Fresh like milk, dark as chocolate, smooth like butter
tasty like caramel, this mouth dripping abstract now
lavished in lavender; coupled with thoughts, embalmed
in life and told in poetry that i must not forget but remember.
This African skin, this mind….my mind, my pride, my joy.
I love this skin.