You said you were black,

And dull,

Like a piece of coal,

And no one would find you beautiful.

 

You called me vibrant

And eccentric,

But for most of my life,

I have felt ugly and imperfect.

 

Oh why do we do this,

To our wonderful beauty,

To downplay it and compare,

Calling ourselves ugly.

 

You are beautiful to me,

An untouched geode,

But you always wanted,

The colorful beauty you said I showed.

 

There are different kinds of beauty,

Gems and flowers,

So never try to change your beauty,

Just because it is not what someone prefers.