1950's
Her hair was a rich shade of mahagony.
It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, Dark complexion.
Her eyes, framed by pretty long lashes, Eyes that shined-- could be seen under the pale moonlight. They shined as if she got done crying and yet they seemed to brighten the world.
A straight nose, very full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection.
Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her.
She adored her dark skin
and so did Malik Forrest.
