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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

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

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