Beautiful

Beautiful!

Beautiful...that word means a lot to me. When I was little that’s all I ever wanted to be. I judge myself I didn’t look like everybody else. I learned to embrace my face and found the confidence to be beautiful.

I learned my lesson with trying to change me, had my truth come with not seeing what my peers see. What if beauty to talk? What would it say? Would it tell me the truth? Would it tell me that I’m worthy? Would it tell me that the pain that I withhold is worth setting free?

Beautiful... Little brown child you are a sight to see, I give you these wings to be free, to open your mouth to speak your words magically. My little flower child, I understand that your hair is blonde and your eyes aren’t blue, but baby girl don’t I want you to just be you.

Beautiful... sun kissed made with the richest of formulas creatin your smooth darkened skin. I want you to let that self consciousness that you holdin in. I want your skin to shine like the midnight stars. I want them to know name, give you clout, like the queen that you are.

You are BEAUTIFUL❤️