Black is beautiful.



The wish of my birth 
was abominable. 
I was a girl child. 
The words of all 
were acidifying. 
Their presence 
was aberrant. 
The beautiful journey 
of my life 
started with adversities. 
My mother was flinching 
because 
nobody was there to say, 
"Black is beautiful."

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