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Her black is beautiful
So irresistible she is to me
I stop mid-sentence whenever she crosses my mind
Like warm chocolate she slowly melts as I run my finger down the center of her back.
As she exhales the scent of coconut and shea butter radiates from her…like a breath of fresh air...
I’d kiss her hand a million times just so I can remain in her presence….
She is strong but her words are even stronger
It demands respect
When she speaks all listen
Dazed by the way her words flow out of her mouth like wind dancing over waves
Eyes so passionately placed on a goal that she is determined to complete
Hair wild yet tamed by just the natural curls that form the shape of a throwback microphone that is refusing to be replaced
With a body that has been sculpted by God all mighty himself
Only a real man can handle what lies beneath her clothing… and so therefore only a king is allowed to stand beside her
She is respected because of her beauty
Loved because of her mind.
Sought out because of her heart
Talked about because of her strength
Her black is beautiful...
Yet still…there is so much more to her...
The ground beneath strength stands strong underneath her high cut boots
Blended so effortlessly with the lining of her denim jeans
She is chocolate from the soles of her feet all the way up to the top of her head
Full kissable lips…and almond shaped eyes
Yes she is amazing even Mona Lisa rolls her eyes from the place she now currently sits
Words of passion, faith and strength radiates from her mouth as she and her sistas raises their fists up to the sky
Yelling that this is not right, we shall overcome
We have been pushed down our scars we wear as badges of honor
Because if we cover them up, how would the world know what we are fighting for?
These scars that has cut my flesh pierced my heart and stole my soul
Released the blood that had birthed the world
United we stand strong and high as we welcome our brothas and sistas to a fight that we are going to win
Her eyes weep with hurt as she turns and watch as her counterparts fall to the floor
Staining the concrete as the walls that has been stained by the signatures of adolescences
Walls screaming out chants that has long been forgotten
If my black is ugly why remove me from my home?
Why take my child and try to make him in your own image?
Why fear what you ultimately created?
Her black is beautiful because it is so unique
It comes in many shapes and colors custom made to fit her in every possible way.
