He told me I was too black
I’d never make a sale
He said I was too ghetto
I’d only end up in jail
He said my nose was too big, my lips too plump, my hips too thick
And for years I tried to hide till it made me sick
Then my Father spoke and I heard his voice
I made you, He said, you are my choice
Your beautiful black skin kisses from the sun
Your sweet southern accent
Marks from the battles your ancestors won
That nose, those lips, sweet hips are every man’s fantasy
You are wonderfully made, a masterpiece, filled with divinity
-Ami Kins
