A young girl stumbles as she struggles to love the skin that she is in. "Why I wonder did God see fit that for the rest of my life in this skin i would sit, why the am I so black? why don't I have hair that flows down my back?" She learned to deal but she couldn't heal until she realized that she was a prize. That girl knew what she thought to be true, that she possessed no beauty that stretched beyond her booty. You see society failed to do its duty. "Why couldn't i have skin like my lovely mother is in? I wonder why she loved men, with so much melanin?" Her mother loved her so this she did know, her family loved her to for with them she grew. So did her friends with all her time she would spend. All those guys who buzzed around like flies wanted the girls with the long pretty curls. Girls like her, girls on fire were not the object of their desire. Those young girls were in their own worlds loved to look at magazines, they became instant fiends to look like that which wasn't too black. And those videos, you know with all those hoes. The girl saw the picture, and knew it didn't quite fit her for deep inside beyond her stride there was a queen yet to be seen. "Im so dark I can't have a part in the beauty parade that marches down each decade." Not white people, but her people made her think that she was stink. If she only knew that their perception was full of deception. "One day I'll be wealthy and i hope still healthy, ima shrink these lips and these fat *** hips." They resembled the motherland and she was too afraid to take a stand. "Its just not fair that i have to bear the pain that's inside makes me want to hide. Lord make me lighter I'll be so much brighter for you don't hear the words that stab like a spear, 'You're pretty for a dark girl' it makes me want to hurl." It was no use for she felt the abuse. But one day she wakes up and God gives her the hook-up. "My child I made you I thought you knew you are close to my heart so why rip it apart? You are gorgeous but your mind is sordid I thought you knew i was fair, and that i do care I made you this way so how couls you dare say that you have no beauty do you try to insult me? Soon they will see just like Me that you have a spirit and there is none other like it. My child do not fret and stop being desperate you keep on waiting and stop this debating. I say you are beautiful, from Me that is meaningful. I fill you with love, so fly like a dove. Go ahead, stomp your feet your past do not repeat. Tell this story My child don't you worry. You are a queen and you will be seen. Now there is a girl who lives in this world. To her you must show cause she needs to know that she is a beauty, this is YOUR duty.