I can't remember ever wishing I had lighter skin.
I was always amazed by the way they glowed;
all of those beautiful black women.
I observed other women, and yes,
they were beautiful too. They just....
Didn't have that "umph" about them.
You know, the way beautiful black women do.

I have endless people to thank,
My mom being on top of that list.
"Mini-me, you're so beautiful,
and don't you ever forget this."

Society is constantly throwing shade,
highlighting no one but the "Arian race".
Leaving beautiful black women embarrassed
and too ashamed to even look into the face
of the next pretty girl, and most importantly herself.

Spending countless hours comparing,
and harping on the imperfections.
Too big, too small, not good enough.
Never pointing out the features that she loves.

Let me be the first to tell you
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. And
YOU ARE WORTH IT. And
in case you haven't heard,
YOU SET THE STANDARD.

Beautiful black queens, and
Black queens in the making, This is your world.
Everyone else is just living in it.
Love the skin you're in, because
truthfully, they'd love to be in it.

Rock your crown with confidence,
I see you shining from afar. And
if you don't love You,
Today is the perfect day to start.

I think deeply about what most consider shallow ****.
I dare not fix my lips to say a thing, if I don't mean it.
I like to spread the wealth. But in the literal sense.
I over analyze everything, such a blessing and curse.
I know before I check another, I have to check me first.
I see the good in every situation, but sometimes that's hard to do.
I love me some me, and so I never compare myself to you.
I appreciate all of life's lessons, taking notes for next go round.
I enjoy my daily journeys. I have a purpose: distinct and profound.
I say again, I love myself. More and more each day.
My life is so beautiful. In every single way.

You're my bestfriend and I barely even know you.
Funny thing is, you don't even know you.

You say you're figuring out who you are, and somehow I wish that I could show you,

You're full of substance.

I want to learn every crevice and corner of your life.

I'm so intrigued by your drive.

I want to spend endless nights together, speaking great things into existence.

I'm talking, '****, that's deep.' And 'I'll never forget this.'

And yes it sounds crazy,

but man, you really amaze me.

You see, I focus on vibes... and what I felt was unreal.

I mean, it's been so long and you helped me feel....

Like there's still hope. For genuine bonds, and for love.

Sounds cliche, but you were sent from above.

You taught me something that night;
you happen to be my favorite lesson yet.

I saw something in you.
Something much different than the rest.

You've got a weird hold on me,
one I can't seem to explain.

I'm so glad to have met you,
but that goes without saying.

Why is it that she's hurting, life on pause.
Meanwhile......
He hasn't missed a beat. Forever on the scene.

Did you two not share the same love?

This isn't adding up.

Because she's steady losing sleep,
and he's steady selling dreams.

She's still drowning in her tears,
as he pushes her to the back of his mind.

Unfinished poems and endless thoughts,
that's all her life consists of these days.

Cleaning up the mess in her heart,
the atrocious mess he made.

Rebuilding and gaining focus,
she's finally back on track.

She learned to love herself again;
He took four steps forward,
and then five steps back.

He finally came to his senses,
a day late and a dollar short.

He's regretting all of his decisions,
while she's blossoming like never before.

It's funny how we met right after my heart shattered 
It's like you knew me all along
And now you're here to save me
But I kept pushing you out
But why do you still keep coming back?

See, they say shattered mirrors yell out "bad omen!"
And I had stared till I no longer recognise my reflection
But you reminded me of sleepless nights and how the crows never called a name
Your heart does not sound like a broken glass to me

It rhymed with my beating heart
Though broken, it's still pumping
Notions of stigma streaming in that fervent river vein
The truth hits me when I stared long enough
I can never give what you've given me
But why do you keep coming back?

Your veins were rivers that would take us away
As these paper boats fall apart
I still see parts of myself in shards of you
We could share the same breath underwater
*So please, let me fix you.

People are just people; they all **** up. Life happens.