For Coloured Girls

 

For coloured girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enough. When you believe your pallet has failed to prove to you, that you’re precious enough. When that mirror image you see reflects a pale black beauty of a faded queen, ashamed by your majestic outer layer’s, that Mahoney, golden rich skin.

 

You see for far too long you’ve cried a river of unspoken tears, forced to self medicate your dissatisfaction, just to numb away the pain of your, inner fears. Yes your blood it does flow under a darker shade of skin, but the pigmentation of your ancestral roots still inhabits within a strong bodied sista skin.

 

See, the Mother Land to your womb has now been broken, tainted by the televised misconceptions that being light skinned is the only form of beauty in the law of society’s eyes.

 

How frequently my eyes cry, for my coloured sista’s who know not of the infinite beauty that lies deep inside. Don’t your see that your summer sun kiss skin is the envy of those within. It shines from inside out, beams with confidence and can carries its self throughout any crowd.

 

Your, curvaious physique,

Your, fulminous lips

Your, profuse kinks

To your, cameral skin

 

There’s no other breed of woman, I’d rather be in.

Phenomenal you are, and you alone can make up a rainbow. So let the light of a thousand suns blossom thought your days, let the Melanie in your skin define a woman of substance and endurance.

You see, with happiness and pride within yourself, for you are a beautiful black woman and nothing else.

                                                  By Caroline Gbolade Poetic Soul