To Our Beauty

When they define us they say

We are black! That the color of our love is darkness absolute violence and chaos.

Good morning in your tone is a bombshell 

Because although you are the fairest of them all your volume dials are stuck to maximum

We are black, and in their eyes, men don’t actually know their own strength 

that we only use our fists and bodies against you and not to worship you

We are black, aren’t we? An unfair stereotype set out to diminish our love.

But We are beautiful And  when your melanin drips 

Your smile shining as I tickle you with my wits 

I remember our beauty

For As we lay beneath the stars counting our days, planning our future 

I know that we are not the pieces of the pain they see in us

Rather, You and I, we are beautiful.