I’ve been colored, cause I am special.
The sun rose on one side of my soul,
And set upon the other.
I was created with depth, 
Enriched with hues of browns 
From reflected radiant sheers that create
Distinct tones of black-fection.
As If I’d come out of a wounded oven
That baked evenly with no burns, 
In any amount of time,
Yet well done.
For I am the sun baked soul.