DARK AND PROUD
A true
human being
Pure and
real
From
beginning
Rare and fair
She stands out,
Like the
sun from the moon,
Like noon
from night,
Like summer
from winter
Her cheeks
have a dent,
They have
no fake fix.
Well drawn are her lips,
They show
no paint.
Slowly,
without hurry
She walks
and talks,
Walking
freely
Free of any
sling swings.
Dark like a
tree’s bark
But not a
single mark
Shows
alteration to her complexion.
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