Are you crazy? Your eyes are the color I adore— The color of chocolate, rich and sweet like a smile I hate to miss. They remind me of the sun, Sitting on skin like a hug I never knew I needed. And your laugh, saying it’s too loud? Never. That laugh is music to my ears. You said you hate your curly hair—how dare you say that! I see the past in those curls, With every bend and twist, I see the long line of strong history That led to making you— Your face, your body, your sense of self, your beauty. So next time you go around saying you hate something, Remember—your eyes are chocolate, Your smile is the sun, And your curls hold your past. Never let go.