•••My black, my pride•••

Skin bathed in lashes of the suns assault, scotched, bruised, bold, a discovery, untainted.

Eyes holding earth herself, an endless sea of color bleeding unending down the flat planes of her cheek.

But alas,

So rich, engraved in your deep browns are the songs of her eloquent strides as she demands attention. To which she deserves, unquestionably

My black, my pride

Just as kind, she strives to conquer with her head in the wind her luscious strands, coiled and curled to perfection, I see no fault. So precious an overcomer! Your words wound her not.

My black, my pride

A lion in its awake, you dare not displease, for her bite is malice than her roar.

Convince me otherwise, I dare you!

Her beauty unheard of, her eyes enticing, you’ve lost your will to fight her.

So seductive a temptress

My black, my pride

Celebrate it? Your choice

Imitate it? Granted

Denigrate it? Your head

However,

My black is my pride

Kudzai P. Chidamba