Embrace your insecurities with grace,
Yet, don't let them dictate your pace...

In a world where beauty's confined,
To a frame, a shape, so pre-defined...

In liberty's realm, we bear a cross of might,
Our skin, a testament to trials that tower high...

In the sacred silence of this moment,
I kneel before you, my Lord...

In the depths of my soul, I beg forgiveness,
For I know not the extent of the hurt I caused...

In Christmas's glow, where dreams and joy entwine,
A tale unfolds, of Christ's birth divine...

The devil, once beautiful, desired more,
His craving for power, a treacherous lure...

In a land where snow should fall,
On a Christmas day, unusual...

In Bethlehem's manger, a humble abode,
A savior was born, the son of our God...

Black is not evil, It's a Style so grand
A beauty that's been hidden from our sight...

In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name...

Love they spout, love they falsely declare,
Yet their eyes betray a darkness, a glare...