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Kaylin Jan 3
She could slip through your hands like honey

She stood tall but short under her dark ebony hair

She had warm cocoa brown skin that glistened of earth rich oils

Her velvet lips tasted sweet of raw honey

Her cheeks outlined the brink of the sun that slowly stretched into the vast ocean blue sky

Her raven eyes had golden stars that put the tiny little wisps of light that flicker in the night to shame

It was something superior in how her blackness birthed her beauty and decorated it with a bow tie

Something majestic in how she can wade through troubled waters and never drown
in her insecurities

Something succulent in her soft touch that  caresses her deep cuts and bruises from men who were birthed from a black belly

Something mysterious hidden in the shadows of her skin

Her body was lithe

Her voice thick of tender melodies that fall from the swell of her heart shaped lips

Affection rose from the swoll of her feet and settled in a pair of almond eyes

I, a man who felt reverent admiration to the woman who basked in the warm colors of the night

She was a gem washed ashore from raging waters

My goddess

My divine creature

Mine queen of the night, she
Kaylin Aug 2019
Tell me what happens

When my skin is too dark for me to ever see the marveling history that is constructed into the color of brown

When the treasures buried beyond the surface of my skin is too deep for me to enamour

When my hair is too thick for my mind to wrap around the power that flows through generations of African royalty

Tell me what happens when a Black girl loses her magic?

Does her heart tremble with the leaving of her ancestors spirits?

Will her body be wrang dry of its glorified melanin?

Will men plant flowers where they use too love on her rubies and lick her precious pearls?

Will she look at her body and see in her heart is still where her magic swirls but because she looked for beauty in the world she casted upon herself a curse?

A curse that will plant seeds as long as she keeps watering her self hatred

You see

Black girl magic is what keeps our heads high even when our Black Privilege is limited our hands still reach for the sky

It makes pearl necklaces and diamond earrings out of our ancestors bones

It releases chains off a Black baby that's born because the system is already cocking their gun him at 1 day old

It  keeps her son alive in a place where Blacks were never welcomed saying "look my baby boy has grown" and he knows that even with chains on him, his momma told him "boy God got you, you is not alone"

Black girl magic is what keeps this world sane

So if a Black girl were to lose her magic what would she have to offer the world if heart is too incapable to gain?
Kaylin Jun 2019
Her beauty is a threat
Prying eyes begin to fret

Majestic chestnut brown skin unveiling the artistry of deity fingers
Fierce intoxication from a swift glance on sober tongues linger

Sultry coconut skin embellishes the bones of  a divine goddess
Splendor and exquisiteness blended into the shade of brown, she's the enchantress child of Adonis

Her touch is serene
The mane on her head sits with poise
Tis the crown of a queen

She treads with an alluring pace
Each step plants the ground with a tender kiss amidst the walk of leisured seductive grace

She showers people's noses with coca butter kisses
A world lived in grey is a world without melanated blisses

Her truffle brown skin is a threat
She sits on the throne of the motherland with such a magnifying essence that the sun stricken by her  beauty forgets to set
Kaylin Apr 2019
Ugliness masked the beauty of his heart

The beauty I saw lied in the bed of  his imperfections, scattered upon his face and made a home in his chest

Beauty wraps itself around bones of skin, but a foolish mind will encircle boastfulness around their heart

Is beauty really beauty if your ego flows out your body more than the beauty you show?

Is beauty really beauty if appearance is all you're really beautiful for?

What is beauty?

Is it the dips in a girl hips that can cut diamonds?

Is it the face people swear is god’s finest?

Beauty of appearance can be of Satans making

Beauty is the ugliness of his face, beauty is everything they consider it isn't and what they hate

Beauty is found in the things that don't meet the eye, beauty lives in disguise

Beauty is the soul’s adoration to another that can’t be seen in any eye
Kaylin Apr 2019
Brown mahogany skin rich like forbidden soil of  Africa

Deep colored pigment that drips melanin

Angels rub coconut oil on your skin and harmonize with songs of your ancestors radiating from your bones

Open wounds filled with blood is replaced with fertile soil that holds the caskets of the Sun lovers

Coffee black skin can't get no darker, the sun rays make love to your skin

Wearing chains to wearing gold,
You are gold,
you shine even though your country doesn't see how much value is under that dark brown skin you wear

The stripping away of each woman's self-being because of society doesn't even tear at the flesh of your skin

We don't tear our skins,
they have already tore when the white man whipped us on our backs,
difference is we are healed

We stand as the healing replica of our ancestors,
we stand as the freedom they spoke from their tongues

Bitter dark chocolate turned sweet,
our body is displayed with authority,
this is what the white woman is now trying to be

Your Thick hair, thick thighs, curvy waist, black is the beauty of you no longer afraid to hide

Every single shed of brown skin was ripped away from our mother land,
We are in a land that's someone else's mother land

Our bodies reside in a uninvited place where we play house

Brown faces all over known magazines,
It's our season

They say the times are over of picking cotton seeds,
whenever a black baby is born another black body is hanged off a poplar tree

Our skin may be black but we still shine in the dark

One day the soil will cradle our skins and bones ripped and passed from our ancestors

We will be sent to a place where ears will be filled with Whitney Houston and Karyn White

Where the smells of cocoa butter will dance in our nose

Where the amount of black skin releases so much melanin that the white man is overpowered

Where coffee black skin won't be kissed by the sun because the light is already radiating from us

We will be in a place where our mahogany black skin isn't forbidden

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