Put down the bleach.
Your skin is not dirt that needs be cleaned out like yesterday's shirt. You are comprised of sienna, chestnut and warm mahogany.
Dark as the night sky, constellations are tucked neatly underneath your bones.
Your skin reminiscent of the hot chocolate that warms winter nights. Like rings around a tree stump, you too have history etched in your melanin.
Don't let the glaring whiteness, bling you from the beauty that you are.
Author - Anonymous
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