ebony

skin like molasses,
smooth, curling, drenched
with the whitest teeth and beautiful urban gorg
and hair that kinks outward as if reaching for the unseen

proud, beautiful, strong
own it.
you are the last one
the last beauty to exist

the truth in your skin reveals a million layers:
hurt, beauty, angst, anger
but what is the use
you are excused.

privilege, disregard and a willingness to be
to survive and paint on
to swish your colours around,
make the world see that you are more than you are

you are the one,
the great beauty,
the only thing worthy,
a fool's heart's thievery.
ebony.