Acceptance

Love-Hate by tasya_wayer with a score of 49/50.

I love me

I hate me

I love that I hate to be me

Is that confusing? Of course, it should be

My idea of self-love is a little twisted

I love I'm black, I hate I can get darker

I love I'm "fleshy", I hate I can get fatter

I love my face, I hate it's unsymmetrical

I love my attitude, I hate it's changeable

I do love myself, not mistaken

Not too much, self-love to a fault

I love too much, sometimes it's depressing

To see my flaws, self-hate becoming my lot

Only short-lived, is this hateful feeling

Before you know it, I'm up and moving

Acknowledging the faults, imperfect perfections

As the cycle circles, self-hate bringing self-love

I love me

I hate me

I love that I hate to be me

Change

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Diversity

Words of an African Child by DiverseLiterati with a score of 41/50.

I will stand tall,

With my head held high,

Making the sun,

Admire my dark skin contrasting with the bright sky.

My brown afro hair,

Will create envy in even the moon so fair.

My mocha coloured eyes,

Will shine brighter where each glittery star lies.

My thick lips would yell my identity out loud,

'I am an African child',

And I will happily admit it with pride in my twirl.

The strong winds will travel my words farther,

Leaving them raw, pure and most of all proud.

These shameless words,

Will sail from the west, where I hail,

To similar souls afar,

Awakening them from their slumbers.

Not everyone might understand,

Because their birth places have the upper hand.

They might even spew words of scorn,

Thinking that the pride within me is torn.

But as long as Africa is alive,

There are a million chances,

For her people to commence their strive,

To show the real sanctuary of peace, wealth and beauty,

After slaying the false convictions,

And the dark, negative taint entrenched in her roots.

Until then,

I am still an African child,

And my heart refuses to be oppressed and mild!

Heroes

Angel on Earth by DiverseLiterati with a score of 48/50.

She is everything and more,

Mostly the woman all should adore.

She has the appearance, attitude, heart and smile of an angel on earth,

Some of the many reasons we love her to death.

She is more than any movie's hero,

Making me worthy when we feel less than zero.

She tries her best to make our lives better,

Always making herself the latter.

She's got the flaming soul of a eagle winged midnight tiger,

Every seemingly impossible impediment making her soar higher.

As the grey will gradually spread,

There will continue to be some days of dread.

But as long as she wakes up every day,

No one can take her vibrant youth away.

Love

STORIES by Harbor_CE with a score of 41/50.

There are no stories in my heart where the hero triumphs,

Just theatric horror where you call to the void,

in hopes help comes running.

That is how my love is;

A deflated ball still bent on bouncing.

Random

Scattered Beauty by yashu07 with a score of 41/50.

I looked up at the sky,

           Full of shining stars

I saw his face,

          eyes staring into mine

Such a peaceful night,

          Full of scattered light

His soft brown hair... And ocean blue eyes,

          twinkling under, the beautiful starlight

But admiring the darkness of the night

And imperfections on his face,

          made me realize

That constellations and perfections

are merely disguise !

Stars don't have,

          to align into one

That his face didn't have to,

          be the perfect one...

Because their sight is ravishing,

Making their 'scattered beauty' so dazzling !