Black Beauty

Like the Nubian princess she is, she rises above the dust and ashes she calls her life. This life has continuously given her heartache. Blow after blow, she takes them all. Battered bruised, dazed, confused, tore up she does not know what to do. Many times she has been scorned, lied to, cheated on, and trampled all over. She has been a dumping ground for insults, stereotypes, hateful words. Harlot, stupid, disappointment she has heard them all. Love is foreign to her, but hate is something that is all too familiar. Life she has never seen, but death is all around her. To her goodness no longer exists. Evil rains like acid all around her. It eats through her flesh and devours her soul. But she has survived and is growing a new, warm soul.