Melanin Glow

Born from the sun's ancient kiss, A gift wrapped in golden brown bliss, I carry the stories of ancestors proud, Their strength echoing clear and loud. Melanin flowing through my veins, Like rivers of cocoa after the rains, Each shade a testament to divine design, From ebony deep to honey wine. They tried to dim this sacred light, But stars were born to shine so bright, My skin holds wisdom, holds the grace Of those who paved this sacred space. The richest hues I've ever seen, Caramel dreams and coffee streams, All wrapped up in melanin's gleams. This glow cannot be replicated, This beauty will not be imitated, For every freckle, every mark Tells stories that light up the dark. I am the sunrise, I am the earth, I celebrate this blessed birth, This melanin that makes me whole, This radiant, unbreakable soul. Let my skin sing its ancient song, Of survival, of being strong, Of beauty that cannot be denied, This melanin glow, my source of pride.