And then my mother said,
As a young woman,
learn how to put your money and education BEFORE your emotions.
Because that love **** will always leave you unfocused and broke.

You made me happy,
Happy enough to jump out of bed in the morning,
You make me so happy it scares me,
Because the day you leave,
This happiness goes with you...right?

They weren't important an year ago,
And today they seem as important as breathing,
They were stranger's an year ago,
And today they know every detail to your dullest days.
They could've been another human you passed on the street last year,
But today they are the face you look for in a crowded room.

There wasn't an exact date, time and venue when this happened,
Oh no,
they slowly crept their way in and made a home,
Name it a bond,
Name it fate,
Or blame it on simple physics that opposites attract.

But they made happiness look magnificent,
And pain look minute,
It was like, this was the only connection that nature forgot to name,
The only relationship they got to pick,
And sometimes the only thing that saved them from drowning,
So they named it a ship,
Friendship.

Him.
There was something about him that was difficult to put down into words,
She didnt know when she fell for him,
Was it at 5am in the gym,
Or was it during one of those sunrises they stayed up to watch together,
Was it along those miles they walked by the sea on that Sunday morning as he showed her all his dreams,
Or maybe it was when he held her every time she cried.

Oh no, he was nothing like the man she had dreamt of but slowly all those expectations had changed,
He was so imperfectly perfect,
That she fell for him,
But then all things that fall....break
Dont they?
So did she.

Ah, if only I was beautiful she sighed in front of her mirror as their condescending voices echoed in her head,
a tear escaped her eye,
A woman so established in her being, torn down to her naked form,
What was being beautiful her intelligent mind questioned?

I, who have made you into a strong dependent woman, ain't that beautiful?
I have given you the ability to stand tall among the most capable, isnt that beautiful?
Why is it after a century of evolution the definitions of beauty for a woman remain as hollow as the beholders misogynist mind?

Why, after a 100 years was black still ugly while a melanin deprived skin was revered,
But last time we checked the brain was still grey and white for all.
So what was it about colour that made her inferior to the rest?

The point being my love,
Its not your colour that's the problem,
It's your achievements that is,
People like to see you rise,
but ever above them,
So if your "external beauty" is the only string they can pull to bring you down,
Rest free love,
They were never above you anyway,
And that was beautiful.