We don’t have attitudes. We have morals. We aren’t angry for no reason. We are tired of society. I’m done fighting. The only fight I have is to better myself. I can’t beg you to find beauty in my curls, deep brown eyes or full lips. You only recognize my beauty when it is found on the face of a girl in a different shade. I’m no longer fighting for you to acknowledge that my brown is stunning. Just fighting to continue loving it.