I want to fall in love with skin black like mine,
A darkened beauty enameled with grace
And positivity originating in the base of his spine
As proof that something so pure cannot be erased.
I want to empower this skin, black like mine,
To speak life into elegance because words do not waste,
To give loving hope that all is well, that all will be fine
And encourage him to finish his lifelong race.
I want to feel love radiating off of skin black like mine,
An endless timeline not defined by past mistakes,
A flawed perfection who reasonably puts his life on the line,
A historic honor who leaves a trail of excitement in his wake,
A timeless story who willingly allows our souls to intertwine,
And who is willing to give just as much as he’s willing to take.
I want to be inspired by this skin, black like mine.
I need to sense a little bit of God in his smile.
I need him to keep my feet on the ground–
I don’t need cloud nine.
I just need this skin, black like mine.