Dear, black mother nature of the earth can i dig my roots into your soil ?
to the depth of your core till i find water and deep enough until i find oil.
can i rest in the beauty of your presence until i see me no more?
can i walk on sand of your beaches and leave my heart on your shore?
i want to bask in your glory and watch the sun set in your eyes.
i want to protect you and make certain with your heart im always wise.
Just off the figment of your leaves you give me the love to breathe
Wrap your branches and hold me like the ocean holds the shore intact.

you've mistaken me for the girl you used to know; Eye'm not her!
She used to smile & laugh at your jokes.. She used to write you little poems &sneak; them in your pockets!
She used to stay up on the phone with you all night &jus;; simply giggle.
Things have changed; so have you..

Eye'm not the girl you used to know...

black is the shade of your skin, that glistens with the rays of RA! Black is the shade that they fear, when you are near. Black is my favorite shade; it's made of many different hues.. No matter the shade: black is still black!! It will never be changed nor erased. Black is my favorite kind, it's so divine! *Think of yourself as one of a kind.

BLACK

it'll blow your mind; it'll make you do things, you normally wouldn't. This thing called Love has a hold over you!
After you fall, whose gonna catch you? To fall in Love is chance; you down to gamble? Love has you blind.. But, eye promise; when you fall.. Eye'll be there to catch you.

Have you ever wondered; how eye wonder? Like, what flows around in my mind. If eye could share minds with you; would you be fine?

SHE is a Goddess; her walk, her words, her features, her presence: Powerful! The way she uses her eyes, to speak the words her lips can't utter. Her body is the language of Love from a mother; SHE is a Goddess, yours.

What is beauty? Beauty is the soul dancing gracefully within, she. The hair that flows from her skull; hugging every twist &turn.; Her skin is the beauty that's melts when you touch it &feels; of silk on your tongue! Black wombman is she, a Goddess for Eternity!

As days blur,
I see the pattern...
Grazing, sealing, purifying.
All that is hideous.
To make it seem beautiful.

I hide,
Behind a mask,
A shell..
A force field.

What seems beautiful,
Isn't true for the beast.

The Beast,
That is hideous.
When she's angry.

So as the pattern lays flat,
These days turn into weeks,
Weeks turn to months.
Months turn to years..

Not a lifeline goes by,
When a monster is involved.

And when it's involved,
It seems the sands of time,
Are frozen still.
Even in the wasteland,
Of Hell..