You fear your allure
and all it’s greatness,
the brown skin and mahogany tones.

You fear your beautiful
and all it’s shades
because in the mirror,
you see the un-cried tears and i-love-you’s never received.

You fear your attractive
and all it’s secrets,
you remember the shame before self-love was part of your vocabulary.

You fear your appeal
and all it’s charm,
because you wrestle to accept that
your “black is beautiful”
is more than a consequence of a trend.

Excerpt from Chapter 8: An Ode To Black of “African Gentleman” by Jade Novelist

Jade Novelist ©️  2019

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