Dark and lovely cannot exist simultaneously,
Its either you are dark or you are lovely!
For your "dark" is a shade of black that is dark,
And that's just not lovely!
Its where being born black bares the feeling of being a burden,
Cursed to never understand the true meaning of self-worth,
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder"
So you pluck out those lying eyes with shards of self loathe and low self esteem
Only this time it’s in high volumes,
Pitying your own existence up until you cease to exist,
Invisible even to your own conscience,
Always made to feel like you are never enough
You surrender your dark soul to the green eyed monster
Which persuades you that
Only when you add a little bit of light
On your melanin soaked skin
Will you become lovely
So you work out the math and apply the science,
Colour 1,2,3 and 4,
A number for a different shade,
Working on your body like art,
With the aim of becoming a mosaic of elegance and excellence
With every pill you ingest and needle you pierce through your skin,
You tell yourself "beauty is pain"
Only to resurface as the ungodly product of lack of love and appreciation
A beauty in pain
No matter how light you become you are still you, drenched in darkness,
Your "dark" can never be synonymous with lovely,
Only with a little bit of light
Not to your skin but to your person
Can you truly become lovely,
Your "dark" is not a colour,
But a shade of black that is dark
And that's just not lovely.
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