Black is Beautiful
My Mother told me Black was beautiful
But I disagreed with her, beauty was much more than skin.
Beauty had to do with appeal and acceptance.
One must feel attraction towards something for it to be beautiful.
One must accept for it to be beautiful.
As I grew up, I realized that the phrase “Black is beautiful” was to help/teach the young ones that being black/African did not make you less human or ugly. It did not prevent you from pursuing your dreams. Your skin tone was not something to be ashamed of.
It was to build in us a sense of worth because throughout our recent history we’d been treated poorly and made to think we were less than whites, that we were ugly and animals. This was the best approach, making us accept that the fact that we are beautiful in our skin, in our environment, in our culture, in our own essence.