Staring at the tangerine setting sun. On the canvas of the navy-blue canopied sky.
Is a black beauty.
The brightness in her eyes can build a culture.
The darkness however, can cause a witch live like a vulture.
She cries and smiles in a world that accepts,
Yet, rejects her.
Lost as she finds who she truly is.
Crumbled as she finds where she truly belongs.
Like a piece of an unfitting piece of puzzle,
She lays under the rainy drizzle.
Gazing at the reflecting moon.
Dreaming under the midnight sky.
Is an ordinary girl that tries to lift herself up, so high.
My black beauty.
In her mind,
Is the pastel of colourful dreams.
In her eyes are dazzling memories of her yesterdays.
Balled in lines and rhymes.
As stunning as she seems.
Golden skin,
Kinky, yet, braided hair.
Sleeping under the naked night sky.
Like blanket of a spellbound.
That seems to be far, yet, near.
My black beauty.
You are charming, just the way you are.
Close your eyes like the waves crushing against the land.
Dream of the fleeting time and space as morning crawl to paint the skies, admiring her handicrafts.
As she turned your gaint, mother sky like a big pot of soup.
No one is perfect, nowhere is perfect.
But survive the dark days.
For you are perfectly ravishing,
Just the way you are.
You are exotic and elegant,
Like the standing alone, early morning star.
You are a beauty goddess, my black beauty.
Never doubt yourself and put this in mind as you leave behind a legacy.
©Madinah_Writes
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Fragrance From A Black Flower
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