Taiwolilly's Quill🖋

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?☺

IT CAME. "The stars look cool." He yelled as he excitedly pulled her to the back porch, surprisingly strong for someone so small. She gasped when she saw the sky, fear taking hold. "Those aren't stars Sam." "Then what are they?" He turned to face her. She sure looked beautiful. "They're meteors!" She yelled. What? "Run!" ***** That was a month ago. The world was not the same after that night. The Earth never recovered and for whatever reason, the stars never did too—almost as if they knew that nothing would ever be worth shining on again, that nothing would ever be beautiful again. But she'd been... He felt the familiar prickle of tears. He promised himself that he would never cry, never again. He sat up on his makeshift bed, his riffle laid undisturbed underneath his pillow, and with it, her picture. Not many people had escaped, heck, he barely had. She hadn't- Like the star, suddenly she was gone. Her regalia never to

I looked up and I saw the skies... It was beautiful, colours mixing together in perfect harmony. The colours compelled and urged me to guess their names; Sky white, thunder blue and perilious grey. I've always loved tranquility. I sighed looking down at my hands. The days sometimes felt endlesss, just like the skies;  Days turning to weeks, weeks turning to months, months to years... Everything felt the same. I closed my eyes. When will things be different? Is this really all there is to life, endless days? I'm waiting for that change, and I'll know it's here because,  The sky shall carry the news and it'll be Joyful Blue. ° ° ° ° ° ° As humans, we often wonder about what tomorrow will hold and forget to live in the present. Our tomorrow is made from actions or inactions of today. Live today, tomorrow is enough for tomorrow.❤ Don't forget to comment and subscribe!🤗❤