Put down the bleach. Your skin is not dirt that needs to be cleaned out like yesterdays shirt.
You are comprised of sienna, chestnut, and warm mahogany.
Dark as the night, constellations are tucked neatly underneath your bones. Your skin reminiscent of the hot Chocolate that warms winter nights like rings around the tree stump, You too have history etched into your melanin.…
don’t let the glaring whiteness,blind you from the beauty that you are