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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Your face. Is beauty. Your eyes are able to make mine immobile. I look at you with pure awe and ask myself: "Are you mine?" A question I'm too afraid to ask because I know not your answer or better yet, the reason for your answer. I lack the knowledge and the understanding of what beauty is yet I say your face is beauty. I say that based on the feeling I have inside me. Your hands. Are beauty. Your fingertips are able to tickle a sensation only Angels were given. Those hands are the very same hands that make my world sane because in my mind I have a picture of you holding our baby and simultaneously it's cries immediately stop. Again allow me to say that I lack the knowledge and the understanding of what beauty is yet I say your hands are beauty. I say that based on the feeling I have inside me. You. Are beauty. You. Are beauty. You. Are beauty. I say that three times to make sure that if you weren't listening to me then atleast you heard those words. Yes. I do say that with the lack of knowledge and understanding of what beauty is but I say that you are beauty. I say this because I have a feeling inside me. They say that beauty, is skin deep and the feeling that I have is inside me so the beauty that I see is inside you. There is no compromise or meet me halfway. Let's come to an understanding here, I am blinded by crop tops and mini skirts. You make my brain tired. When will you grace me with that powerful dress that kisses your toes and let my brain begin to imagine. Women complain about their sex life when they are the ones who purchase clothes that once knew the word coverage. Men are not aroused by simplicity so do not simply think that less clothes give you a dynamic complexity. You. Are beauty. You. Are beauty. No really you are. There is reason to why a female dog is a B.I.T.C.H. The acronym stands for Beautiful In True Clothing Honey so when will you decide that being you is the most complex thing you could ever be. Following trends is easy, they have a direction but you my lady, you have a set destination so please. Reach it. You care what others say about you. Do words hurt you? Are you offended by what people tell you? If not you should be. Why do young women take joy in being called thick? Is it an achievement? You see God has been wonderful enough to bless you a figure because He wanted to give you a set foundation to withstand the heavy loads you carry on your head. That is never an achievement. That is being an African woman. Embrace it. Do not let scavengers try feast on you, you are human not food. Do not let any person call you hot, you are human not a temperature. Do not let anyone tell you that you are not beautiful, you are human not a simple thought from a delinquent's mind. Your face. Your hands. You. Those things are all beauty. I care not about how thick you are or how low you can go. Beauty is skin deep. There is no surgical injection that can change that. I want you to feel your chest so that you can feel that consistent soothing harmony that is a reminder that no man can own you. They shall never be the reason you are alive because they were never apart of such a mesmerising experience and if you ears have been cut open by my voice I'll ask for permission to let them bleed because I will disturb gravitation and alter your balance with my last words. Your face. Your hands. You and everything inside you. Is beauty. 2015/02/02
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