Eurocentric theories of beauty In practice. Every day, all around Reinforced constantly of my duty To be less brown. In the pale, I drown
Blue-eyed blonds are the upper class Intrinsically I know that I do not belong Except only in parts - my lips and my ass To be appropriated as a necessary right/wrong
Woman in the mirror. You, I do not wish to be Depart from me. Your very blackness has taken A-part from me. Strangled me to an insane degree Then comes a reckonning, a reawakening, You were mistaken
Then slowly, suddenly. In the mirror, a beauty I behold And to uphold My Blackness, is worth more than gold
