There is God in my skin, don’t you see?
That even after the worlds’ craving for beige and blond locks,
God lives also in my dark skin and my deeply curly Afro
God lives also in my coffee coloured eyes and my chapped lips.
God lives in all
Even in the things that Me doesn’t like about I.
In the we
In the collective,
The Ubuntu, the omuntu and the Aantu
(Photo credits: www.goldwomyn.com)