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𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙶𝙾, 𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚂
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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑.
SPOTLIGHT— by Jennifer Hudson fills the air, Treasure finds herself in the comforting embrace of her bedroom. Sitting at the cozy nook by the window, she holds a notebook and pen in her hand.
Thoughts and emotions swirl within the brown skinned female, eagerly awaiting their transformation into words.
The room is bathed in the soft, warm glow of a lamp, casting a gentle ambience that sparks her creative inspiration.
The soft melodies from her Alexa speaker added a soothing touch to the atmosphere, creating the perfect backdrop for her artistic expression.
With a deep breath, Treasure begins to write, her hand gliding across the paper with purpose and grace.
The words flow freely from the depths of her soul, forming a tapestry of emotions and ideas. Each stroke of the pen leaving behind a trail of ink, capturing the essence of her thoughts and desires.
Line by line, Treasure carefully crafts her poetry, treating each word as brushstroke on the canvas of her imagination.
Metaphors and similes come alive as she explores different poetic forms, experimenting with vivid discriptions and evocative imagery.
Time seems to lose its meaning as Treasure becomes lost in the rhythm of her words. Hours pass by unnoticed as she immerses herself in the beauty of language and self-expression. The outside world fades away, leaving only her and the intimate connection she shares with her note book and pen.
But just as Treasure is deeply engrossed to her poetic trance, her oldest sister, Genesis, Burst into her bedroom, snapping her out of her reverie. Startled, Treasure looks up, her thoughts momentarily scattered.
"Niecee, Israel asked if you wanted to come to Banga's kick back this Friday." Genesis chewed on her gum as she casually filled her nails, leaning on Treasure's door.
"No, stop busting in my room like that. That shit is annoying seriously." Treasure couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Anyways, I said you coming so you coming." But You still doing that poetry shit?" Genesis asked as she fully entered Treasure's bedroom, making her way towards her sister.
