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She dances with her best dress on even when everyone is standing still,
She speaks her mind even when everyone tells her to be quite,
She has a dream even when everyone is looking for a man,
And that doesn’t make her less of a woman.
He cries when he is broken,
He shows his feelings even when everyone is acting tough,
He has a dream even when everyone is looking for a woman,
And that doesn’t make him less of a man.
They sing even when they don’t know the words,
They laugh even when life gets hard,
They love even when the world is full of hate,
Because that doesn’t make them less of a human.
The greatest moment
Of my life
Is when I saw
His beautiful face
After two years
After trials
And tribulations
The strength I need
To live
To love
To care
To give
To be me
The greatest moment
Of my life
Is when I saw
His beautiful face
Thank you, God.
You are near.
moments of visioning a great man
You waited for her
at the train station
where she said
she would meet you

it was getting dark
and the street lamps
shone like stars

you thought
she may have
changed her mind
or maybe
her husband
had stopped her
from going
to London
to see a show
and stay the night
with a female friend

but she came
with her overnight bag
dressed in her blue coat
against the evening cold

Didn't think
you were coming
you said

Had to wait until
he believed I was with
a female friend
go into details
about where she lived
and where I met her
lying is not easy
she said

No guess not
you said

and you got train tickets
and boarded the train
and outside the window
came dark cold rain.
Arisa 4d
the night air is cold on my back; naked
white, glistening in moon's light
the glint of her silver combs my hair
caresses the cheek of all who dare gaze beyond
her lustrous face.

dotted by pearl freckles that pale her complexion,
brings beauty to nightfall.

o blissful treasure,
take me in my ascent
to your humble home
of crag and dust.

my celestial shore rests on the lunar frontier;
tucked in the embrace of space.
Another poem about my muse.
My dark skin became my enemy at one point

It became my enemy, because I thought a man could never love a dark skin yet ******* up individual like me

And

Most of the men I liked were attracted to women of the lighter complexion or opposite end of the color spectrum

But I failed to realize that

My dark skin was rich with radiance,

Beauty,

Strength,

And power

My dark skin failed to crack as I’m growing older

Failed to blemish to too much sun

Even failed to whelp up after childhood whippings

My dark skin hasn’t lost its touch

My faith just diminished

Because of worldly views

The Bible warned me of

I was young and dumb

Yet still truly blessed by the color of my skin
Working on loving my skin daily
hair locked in natural curls

deep brown eyes

almost black

ebony complexion

from head to toe

melanin on 100

o ma gawd

this young woman

is the black Queen

o ma gawd

why is she standing

so mean

from the curves

in her waist and thighs

to the curve

in her smiling cheeks

she knows she's beautiful

even mysterious

she knows why they say

o ma gawd
A natural woman with ***** curls and so much style
Skin is so deeply rooted with scars of my ancestors

Smooth as a newly paved road yet deeply flawed by life

Patiently awaiting the touch that makes it OK to be touched

Covered by sheets of cloth so the beauty won’t be visible

Washed daily and lotion up yet eyes still wonder

Questions of ‘What do you feel like’ or ‘****, why are you so soft’?

While the skin is so deeply rooted with scars of my ancestors,

My skin still lacks the will to withstand temptation, lust, and premarital *******

Vowing the will of celibacy,

I see him and he gives me strength to be as strong as he

I would say ‘Thank you’,

But he just makes my skin tremble for his owns.
I've been insecure about my skin, because most days it becomes hard to love in this world. My Skin is beautiful.
The slightest tilt of your head

Showcases the different pigments

Of your skin.

From the caramelized brown

To the Hershey's Dark Chocolate

And rose colored pink of your lips

If I could draw you

It wouldn't be so hard

But my hands weren't formed to be a drawer but a poet

From the caramelized brown

To the Hershey's Dark Chocolate

And rose colored pink of your lips

Let my words keep you calm

While I try my best to

Reciprocate the same words

As my own.

"The things I would do to you..."

The different shades of brown

Keeps me in a trance

Unknowingly loving every

Part of it

Your pigment becomes my escape route

From the caramelized brown

To the Hershey's Dark Chocolate

And rose colored pink of your lips

Your pigment is you

Is us
black couple equals black love
Didda 7d
she treks her path
and sets ablaze
to all that
land their gaze
on her.
-hell on wheels
Didda 7d
I hear him mention that my greatness is that of a family name
and in that moment I understand I am nothing but a legacy.

And my tears are the vines that climb the deck
and put out his cigarette

and my memories create a storm
and dilate his ***** 'till it is water

-it takes time to see your true magic
My father relates success to my family line. It is meant to be a joke but the narcissism still lies. It leaves an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.
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