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I am so sorry that my black skin offends you so much. My full lips and thick thighs are to you a distraction, and leave so little to your imagination, even when I am not trying to be sexy. And you imitate the way that my hips sway. You can hear my name in the clouds where Kings and Goddesses roam, with winds that are mighty enough to destroy oppression.
Can you hear the sweet melodies of freedom? An empty light has been lit with a sleeping dragon's fire. Who do we sing and dance to? My hips sway to the music of my ancestors, and you are dying to be me. You, who mimics my movements and tries to sway your hips to the wind, the way that mine can.
I'm sorry that my brown sugar kissed skin offends you, my hips are as wide as mountains, my complexion is honey kissed, and my lips are full, yeah you crave to be me.
And I offend you so much, that you can't help but to desire me. Wagging those oppressive fingers in disapproval, while taking notes; god my blackness offends you so much!
Do you hear my name in the clouds? Can you taste the sweet rain on your lips, boasting of my beauty? Do you know who I am? Can you hear the thunder, shouting my name? Have you tasted of this melanin? I am a queen, and my name has been written in the stars, a wondrous work of art, crafted by God. Oh Yes you hate my skin, but you mimic my movements. You have kissed me with death, but I am still here, WE are still here, and strong.
And the trees boast of my coily hair, kissing the wind, and swaying to the rhythm of my hips. I am a melanin goddess, with sun kissed skin. I am mother earth, I am strength, I am beauty, I am passion, I am an African Queen, and you despise my skin, but you long for my beauty. Do you know me? I think that you do........
