She became friends with the sun on her skin.
To teach her how to rise from within.

She hides behind timid smiles and soft frowns
But she's what paints the earth The richest browns.

She's got hair that teaches her how to stand tall
And lips that utter " you're beautiful over all"

I've heard people say that there's no beauty in her shade.
But if from morning till dawn her beauty doesnt fade, what beauty does she need when she's god-made?

If you really look on days Where the sun shines bright
You might just see her soul glowing in a honey dipped light.


-obeyonlyallah