Misfortunate
Huda went to the stereo in the corner and fiddled with it, Brown skin girl by Beyoncé flowed out of the speakers prompting me into a smile, my skin is one of those things I'm grateful to Allah for the most, beautiful, dark as chocolate, supple skin.
I blushed, letting an even wider smile frame my face as I heard Beyoncé croon on and on about how beautiful my skin is and how powerful I am. I stepped off the swing and in a feeling moment, I twirled with my still wide smike, Showing off my pop socks and sparkly heels that encased my feet.
"That was perfect! Perfect!" I bowed slowly at the praise. My body is a miracle, here I am, bowing, happy, dancing, and taking photos. When just over a month
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