You think you’re being nice but really you’re just insulting me.
You say it like my inner beauty makes up for lack of outer beauty.
No.
I find beauty in the blackness of my skin.
I find beauty in the way it melts into the shadow in the dark and the way it radiates light in the sun.
I find beauty in the fullness of my lips and my gravity defying hair.

I love the blackness of my skin so go away, for your pity is misplaced.