Dear Dark Women

Dear Dark Women,
Your skin is the hand of God.
Your walk is the dance of your ancestors.
Your eyes are endless fires of the fight from centuries ago.
Those who pray are the preyed on,
For your smiles are too exhaustingly bright for the pale.
There is not enough sun block to to block your beauty.
We go hungry so we do not flourish and we die so we do not multiply further.
We are not at fault for how our blackness offends.
Dear Dark Girl,
Every blackberry stains with permenant color.
The soil is deeply enriched with your Africa Mother.
Embrace the inner glow of your outer mold, you were not created to blend.
Every dark spot is a beauty mark
A milky way stretches over your round universe.
Your black caress is a handful to envy.
You can wrap your scarf, whip and your locs, or stick a pick.
Each freckle is a tune of melodies,
And they who can't be noticed from afar will throw salt rocks.
Dear Black Breed,
let me warn you that stereotypes can be shattered and used again.
A mosiac of land will stand with sad history of every single scar and brand.
These deadly days will bleed into spiritual words eternally scribed into your veins.
Do not think twice about your royalty,
You were born with a crown to ordain over crimped curls.
The hertigtage you carry will shine through the hatred raining down on your obsidian shoulders. Keep that black chin held high, for the devil that shouts will never sing again.