|  S K I N  |

She is faire,
She is gentle,
She is golden,
And you like her.

She is sunrise,
She is pearls,
She is white roses
And that's why you like her.

I look in the mirror and I see midnight,
I see moonlight,
I see coal,
And you see not right.

You prefer the gold ones,
You have no interest in the dark.
She is faire,
I am midnight.

She is sweet,
She is immaculate.

I am luscious,
I am pristine.

So I wonder,
Do you not like me for the color of my skin?