This Gorgeous Skin

My skin is not like caramel so sweet to look at and light to the core No mixture of tones and yellow in MY bones My skin is not like milk so white and sensitive to the sun that shines, then changes its shade in the face of embarassment This hair not long, silky and smooth nor my eyes hazel, green or blue My skin has no red tint to its glow with ancestors who've seen the Taj Mahal and prepared the finest curry, no. My skin is not like Asia at all with eyes shaped like almonds and famous straight hair My skin has a recipe all of its own, a mixture of mud, with a touch of gold. A beautiful blend with any colour, Eyes black and gentle with a tiny sparkle, With lips not red with rouge, but full and lucious. This hair of mine, oh what a wonder thick like wool with its stubborn texture. In spite of all that, I love my skin!