Yes, the colors of the on-again/off-again strands woven into your mane are a much-welcomed touch to your aesthetic and to the world’s.
Your fins, at times made of spandex, other times made of cotton, are fluorescent and a foreshadowing of the songs hidden beneath your depth.
While your voice may not be as melodic as Ariel’s or even K. Michelle’s, this doesn’t make your lungs any kind of shell. You command with your music, without apology or regret.
This kind of magic transcends being black or being a woman; it represents the truth of just being.
And the greatest twist of your peculiar plot?
You are a land creature; perhaps God or the universe saw fit that your gifts were needed above sea level.
Mermaids are real, unicorns exist, and let’s not forget leprechauns – the magic that is you is living proof for these statements.