Black II (Sonnet XI)

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 slowly, suddenly. In the mirror, a beauty I behold
And to uphold My Blackness, is worth more than gold

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