My Secret Rival

As I endlessly stare at her picture I cannot help but burn inside with the strongest heat of envy, And I find myself viewing her as my competition this thought is only held in the darkest of mysteries. Her complexion is that of brown sugar and she has skin that appears flawless to perfection as well as soft to the touch, She has eyes that are the deepest of mahogony that seems to just dance and sparkle and a one million dollar smile that dazzels with so much love. Her hair that reminds me of the color of midnight is always styled just right not one single strand is ever out of place, Her breasts, hips, and thighs are proportioned just so as to make her such a breath-taking sight she walks with such ease and with such grace. She has make-up, clothes, and shoes of the latest fashion she could actually be a model for ESSENCE or EBONY magazines, I admit, she has such a kind and warm desposition and she has the ambition and determination in achieving her dreams. As I place her picture inside of my photo album a great relief comes rushing over me, Why on earth am I viewing this stranger as my competition? when in all actuality I am surrounded in just as much beauty. A smile then comes to my face and my heart is light and free the confidence is oozing from deep within and out, I then thank God for blessing me with such radiant inner beauty and it is that inner beauty that really counts.