the first time someone called you ugly, you were in primary four you ran home, asking your mother why your skin bleeds black you watched your mother quietly soap your soul with diluted love and liquified pain she kept scrubbing your soul washing you in love speaking of your light she kept scrubbing speaking of your smile she kept scrubbing speaking of your gorgeousness slowly, you began to smile first, a giggle, then, a fully belly laughter ‘there. that’s my beautiful child’ she whispered.
Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via theijeoma)
Race and skin colour is beautiful.












