She's my starlight,my african melanin queen
She's my moonlight in the most darkest of days
My sanctified Angel with her melanin touch
Afro-centric,loving,caring black sister,feminine black sister
She's my world,i hear echos of her voice through every corner
Without her i feel paralyzed and helpless like a blind man trying to learn how to do things for himself for the first time
I feel flowers growing in me each time i see your angelic face,i feel like you pass through the process of photosynthesis into my body,allowing growth to take place
You are my wonder woman,my everlasting joy,my world

society scrambles me up,throws me in the gutter,tear up my lines of imperfection,making bruise and bleed easily.
I feel the pain you instill in me when you move your words of sorrow and pain across me,I feel the pain that comes with the mean words,I feel your anger running across me,but why hurt me?
can't I be treated like a living being?
can't I live in this morden society?,just because im made out of paper??

last night I told myself
i am ready to write my
next piece,
but when I had the
pen in my hand,
my hand started to shiver
because I wasn't ready to
be the next Dickinson Emily or Maya Angelou
I simply couldn't be
The Greatest