Graze your hands across the lands in search of scorned beauty
Because the beauty that’s adorned by descended children,
Whose ancestors’ faces they revitalized into fruition
They are carefully crafted with features cast into the shadows;
Traits that were not recognized as disgraceful,
Until it was distorted to be so by society’s eye
Alongside that societal disadvantage is the painful awareness of the exact thing
That warps your image
It’s the reason why you can’t recognize the person in the mirror;
Why you imagine the shards of glass and how it fits together
But when it’s reflected in front of you, it’s discordant and alien.
You claim to love yourself including the askew bits and pieces, but that’s all a lie
Not once have you truly registered how enchanting you are,
For you only play the fool’s game of mimicry
Instead of embracing the modern depiction of ancient allure,
We court attitudes of shame and hatred
We look towards negativity as a means of reliability,
And not once do we consider the implication our thoughts may have on our egos
We exist to chase better contentment;
Not once have we been consoled and ensured we are enough
From birth we’re taught we must be something more
That we must be cold and coarse
That we must conform to what we’ve been told
But we’re meant to be uncontrolled,
Bold and molded by our own hands
We aren’t meant to be undersold;
For behold, we are gold