For the Beautiful
By A. MoJo
For those who love the curl of their hair,
With bounce and depth beyond compare,
Put them down, try if you dare
Your ignorance they will not bear.
For those who love the hue of their skin,
From chai to the ink found in a pen,
Such a colorful range they fall within,
Aging gracefully? That game they win.
For those who love each and every curve
Of their own lovely bodies as they walk with verve,
And dress to impress, yes, have the nerve
To accentuate the blessings that make folks swerve.
For those who know they are the shit,
Who own their beauty, refuse to fit
Inside the box, no not one bit,
Not what you expected? Get used to it.
We will not quit.