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I was born
A diamond in the rough
I am poetry in motion
Riddled with imperfections but
Flawlessly and wonderfully made
In the eyes of our Master,
A piece made in His likeness.
How I came to be
Dates back to the beginning
Of an eternity.
I have coarse hair
Like that of wool.
With just the right amount of
Melanin He wanted me to have.
I am loved by my appreciators
For who I am within
I am disliked by others
Because of the color of my skin.
I share in a multitude of various
Levels of light and dark skinned-ness
The joy and happiness of self love.
But sometimes in my reflection
When doubt raises the question
Whom it is I really see,
I say to myself first
Never question your worth
Negativity only speaks out
When you put it first.
Don't change a thing,
Just be yourself.
And as I smile I can see
The peace of love
The Master has given me
And that piece of love
Bountifully residing in
The depths of my soul.
I am a masterpiece
Formed from love by
The Master of peace
With just the right amount
Of melanin He wanted me to have.
From the top of my head
To the bottom of my feet.
I am His masterpiece.
5/10/17 JJ Smalls
