Beauty

When we look at ourselves

We see ourselves through eyes

Which have been schooled

To see comely only the opaque,

Comely to us skin that is fair,

Comely to us eyes that are light,

Comely to us hair that is straight,

Comely to us lips that are thin,

O

Glow in opalescent whiteness

And daily we worship at this shrine.

Ugly to us our satin black skin,

Ugly to us our fulsome lips,

Ugly to us our midnight eyes,

Ugly to us our crisping hair

Thus we have rejected our image.

But this is not as it should be

We black people must be born again.

Know that the black people like other races

Have their own distinct beauty,

Know that the Stygian night too is beautiful.