Skip to main content

Black Beauty



I see colour and beauty.

The colour of your skin is amber, so delicate, so soft, and yet you're so strong.

A variety of shades you have.

You're an enigma to me brown woman.

I hear your music— it's the sound of your soul.

Black woman, you're gold.

You're hair, a curly perfection, unique only to you.

I hear the music in your struggles. 

Your pain in your crescendo.

Your song calls to me oh chestnut beauty.

You really are unique, you're an ode to me.

I haven't found anyone quite like you.

'Cause frankly, there isn't anyone else like you.

You are the sound I someday want the rest of the world to hear.

A music that entices even the faintest ear.

Never stop singing, 

'cause in your music, I have found your uniqueness.

And in your notes, your strength.

Black woman.

You. Are. Beautiful

°

°

°

°

°

°

°

I hope you enjoyed this one🤗❤
Shout out to every black woman out there! So, what do you think?☺

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

GOLD

I'm looking for gold. Barefoot and hungry I wandered through the forest. My hands brushed roughly against tree trunks and shrubs as I leaned against them for support. I was tired, it's been two days. But I'd made a promise, I wouldn't leave without my gold. I could feel goosebumps rising up my body as the cold air clung jealously to my skin. 'I've lost him,' I thought looking back. Good. No one was going to share in my gold. Gold was all I needed in this world. I heard shuffling in the bushes nearby. I gasped turning around, arms and legs battle ready. "Who's there?" I silently cursed myself for sounding so shaky. There was no response. I tensed up. 'My gold,' I thought, 'my precious gold.' As I took a step towards the overgrown bushes, my lungs in my throat, out of nowhere an arrow flew right past me, missing my head by a few inches. I gasped, eyes wide. I turned around and made a run for it....
6 comments
Read more

Your Ghost

  I see you, in this moment. You're hurting, but even while in the rain, your pain isn't getting washed away. You have your back to me but I want you to look at me. I hold your hand, you stiffen. I turn you around. You're afraid because I'm making you feel. And you don't want to. I lock eyes with you and smile. I raise my hand to your cheek and I can't tell if the wetness is still the rain or now your tears. I dance in the rain and you watch me. I see a faint smile dusting the corner of your lips. I don't want your ghost, I just want you.
Post a Comment
Read more

Happy Birthday 🎉

 A good friend of mine asked me to write something special for her. It's also her birthday today.🤗❤ This is for you dear.❤ . . . Why do we need birthdays?  Why do we need a day to remember that we are still alive? I think the question answers itself, no? We celebrate birthdays to appreciate the beauty of life. To remind someone that we're still here, still kicking, still hopeful, still thankful. It reminds us of age, that we are no longer kids, it reminds of responsibilities— nature's way of asking for our quota to the human race.  But if you didn't even give one dear, you existing is enough. On this special day, when you think about how far you've come, may you smile and rejoice, may you be thankful for the highs and lows and look forward to many more years ahead. Birthdays are great, because only the living celebrate life. Happy Birthday Ajibola. Continue to live graciously and prosper.🤗❤ . . . . Taiwolilly🌼
Post a Comment
Read more