Black girl found, once lost
In the misery of happiness, distorted by a few
Wicked men within the lives, of broken brides so bouquets
Of dead roses tossed into a crowd seem so worthy to catch
I shed tears and break hearts, see my morals so confused
By the images I see of all my sisters in the nude
So I conclude, with conclusions, illusions of what I dream
Until I realize how precious you truly are
The sparkle of a gem, so bright, your aura illuminates love
So they can never tell me that black isn’t beautiful
Due to strength of your nurturing, young boys now grown
And realize they must break the cycle of this poem
The atmosphere, you’re the moment in eclipse
So I stare directly at you, just to show we co-exist
My sister out the hood but the sisterhood within her
Provides a bond so common you are all now one
(via darkskinnedblackbeauty)
