They looked at me and could only see
my pale, dark skin.
But when I looked at myself
I saw something rare, something beautiful –
a black rose so smooth and glowing.
They looked at my hair
and thought it was messy.
I looked in the mirror and saw
my very own crown, a symbol of royalty
standing firm on my head.
Wow, it brings me joy!
They told me I was not good enough
but I saw perfection,
God’s cutest creation.
I am beautiful.