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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Behold, I present to you the black woman. With skin like honey dipped in different flavors of chocolate, Everyone wants to have skin like you. Your hair is curly, vibrant, and versatile. Everyone wants to have hair like you. How does one have lips so full of life? Everyone wants to have lips like you. Your style is fresh and out of this world. Everyone wants to reach the planets like you. The sky is the limit, but black women don’t stop there. Oh how they rule and conquer beyond your wildest dreams. Their love runs deep and their love is rare. I know the black woman is a part of your dreams. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Behold, I presented to you, the black woman.
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
The Black Woman
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Behold, I present to you the black woman. With skin like honey dipped in different flavors of chocolate, Everyone wants to have skin like you. Your hair is curly, vibrant, and versatile. Everyone wants to have hair like you. How does one have lips so full of life? Everyone wants to have lips like you. Your style is fresh and out of this world. Everyone wants to reach the planets like you. The sky is the limit, but black women don’t stop there. Oh how they rule and conquer beyond your wildest dreams. Their love runs deep and their love is rare. I know the black woman is a part of your dreams. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Behold, I presented to you, the black woman.
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
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