I know what you prefer. Skin the color of Kalahari sand, Loose curly hair that feels like silk, That type 3 texture Yes, she is beautiful. But what about my other sisters? With skin rich in melanin, And crowns of tight coils Ignorantly, you degrade them, And yet they resemble you, Or mirror the queen who carried you in her womb. You have been brainwashed by the oppressor Too see white as pure And black as corrupt Free your mind. Leave the field. Raid the plantation house. See the divide of light and dark. What a pity it is to be blind to the fact that Black women, whether light skinned, Chocolate, Or blue-black Are to be praised. Do yourself a favor, Love yourself and your black skin Before you speak of a revolution.