This poem is dedicated to all my brown, black and colored girls who have ever been made to feel less than special….

Dear Black Girl around the world,

In shades of Mahogany, Ember or Cocoa swirls,

With loosely wound or tight-coiled curls

African gems— priceless pearls,

Yet at you insults nations hurl.


Where should I begin?

Perhaps with the color of her skin.

Judged from with out and not with in.

But the truth is we’re all akin.

Mortal men enslaved by sin.


Chastised for her broadly cradled hips.

Ridiculed for her full sized lips—

Asking why does she look like this.

All the while her attributes are on your Christmas list.


The weight of the world is on her shoulder,

Perhaps because no one’s ever told her,

That beauty is not simply in the eyes of the beholder,

But in the reflective image of the one who molded her.

Perhaps now she’ll march forth bolder—



From the girth of her loins, a nation was raised,

Heritages buried in Egyptian Pharaohs’ graves.

Perhaps in Tutankhamun’s or Ramses’ cave,

Was hidden the message that a black girl craves,

That she’s far more than the product of slaves.

Her beauty ranges the spectrum of rays

Of the sun,

Just a few more moments and then I’m done.


For proof of her beauty just turn history’s page,

And ask why does her presence evokes such a spirit of rage.

Could it be traced back to King Solomon’s days.

Where Makeda ruled over the African trades,

And a black girl’s beauty was revered in spades—

Her stature and splendor were the subjects of praise—

Not merely or simply the product of craze.


Black girls are wives and mothers of men,

Sisters, and aunts, and daughters and friends,

On the pages of history is not where her legacy ends,

Nor is it lost in the hoopla of culture and custom of trends,

Her beauty is seen through a variety of lens.

Which the page of fashion seldom commends,

A trend that I hope this narrative ends.

Copyright 2016 Khadine Alston. All Rights Reserved.