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black woman, you are magic
your aura overflows with the most soul and
vibe handcrafted by the best angels and holy ghost,
if you listen real close you'd know that the glo of her is the beating drums that make it all worthwhile in the world

you're real kings 'cause you take best care of the kingdom, real true
so beau, with minimum effort, a marvel stays you.
you deserve way more than you earn because you
go way beyond your means to, see your kin and ones you love be the most happy

black woman, you are a most precious rare gem

your moves allude this entire planet and, make the earth such a lovely spot
your touch is immense love and honey dripping kisses like a mother's cooking ***
you're flawed a lot but who isn't,
and that's what makes you beyond perfect, give man purpose to be living
a net of love from you, black woman, is one one would love to get caught in.

BLACK WOMAN, YOU ARE POWER ✊
your word is bond, you settle the minutes and hours
but never devour the title and feel entitled to the tower,
you ever deserve by the way, which is what makes you such a wonder.
your humility surpasses human understanding and knowledge
you fought your hardest for your place in,
society yet some choose to undermine your flower calling

black woman, it saddens me you still see pain,
**** and things you shouldn't be experiencing.
they feel threatened by your strength but that's no excuse
they are way beyond disgusting and those putrid beings should be reclused
I pray you never have to come across these useless beings and have fear again.

and if you didn't get it the first time, I shall reiterate, black woman, you are magic ✨
He created She, for me because,
He.. Saw that I had a missing piece
She, is the mere essence of my existence making,
Everything else fall in to place 'cause she, completes me
She, she needs me. As much I need her,
Our love will never, ever deter and,
As much as most have great downfalls I,
Believe that our future is at a higher peak
Although we are far from street, I believe, us is very concrete
As I peek, into your beautiful soul that never speaks
But release some wonderful chords with splendour and too, keys
We are we, more than a force to be reckoned with, we key
There's a pair
Of missing people,
Walking in the rain.

The pavement rough
Beneath their feet,
Scuffing at their shoes.
They walk together,
Through the puddles...
To the rhythm of
Their skipping hearts.

Their joined fingers are laced
With memories,
Happy and sad,
But shared together.
Their shoulders bump
Seeking each other's
Sweet familiar warmth
To guard them,
From the patter
Of the cold water.

There's a pair of Missing people.
You've passed them on
The street.
They eat at your favorite
Coffee shop,
And laugh at old jokes
To the sound
Of sipping lattes.

Their hands know
One another well.
And their smiles
Are always adorned
With thoughts of each other.

There's a pair of Missing people,
He plays with her hair.
There's a pair of Missing people,
As she leans against his chest.

There's a pair
Of missing people,
Who love each other so much.
But they were torn
Away.
There's a pair of Missing people...
Who only came close,
To being born.
I'm having tea with Life,
And his band of Disappointments.
They dine at my expense,
And they're a hungry bunch of guests.

Tea turned into Supper,
Where the Disappointments drank
My finest wine,
And Life wiped his cruel mouth
On my tablecloth.

You can't have supper without dessert,
So they ate up more of my
Food for thought.
And if you stay for dessert,
You may as well spend the night.
So they did
And burgled my pantry of hopes
For a midnight snack.

One night was lovely,
So Life cackled, "Why not stay two?"
And two turned to a week,
And a week turned into
My sickeningly merry guests
Moving into my dreams,
And inviting in Doubt,
To live with them too,
And of course
Pay no rent.

So I watch my chaotic household
Of a skull,
Where Life has made himself at home
And brought all of his friends.
I stare dully at my ruined
Dining room of thought,
Which they have dominated.
And look wearily for a spare idea
In my raided cupboards.

I've never been one
To evict friends,
So I suppose they're here to stay.
But learn a lesson from me,
And don't ever
Have Life over for tea.

— The End —