I have a thicker saturation of melanin
Under my epidermis.
That doesn't change me
From being the human I am.
I was held the way you were
By my heavenly father
Before he dropped me into my mother's womb.
I have not the painter's nose you sport.
But my features are not the benchmark
Of the person I am.
The iris of my eyes are a deeper shade
But I see the world just as well as you can.
My Hair might not be tresses of silk
But the frizz does not distort my brain.
Give me a chance
For I might not have the first recommendation
That comes disguised as beauty.
Look in and take a glance
My inside is lighted with a clear conscience.
Your appraisal is only as deep as my skin.
My character has unfathomable depths.
My integrity does not get tarnished
By my dark skin.
I still am the same species as you are.
Judge not, because I appear ugly.
My soul shall still live
Long after the beauty you care about perishes.