Dear..

I always loved the curves of your hips and the richness of your skin. I loved the nappiness of your pony tail, how my hands get stuck in between the seams. I loved how the hair dripping down from the side of you does not resemble a train station. Your lingo, your accent and the way you carry yourself. Babygirl don't mess with these fussy boys who just wanna get in those golden walls. Your too smart for them .. I loved how you pick up a book in the middle of bus rides and tested yourself to be a smarter individual. I loved how you were everything you wanted to be, and even if society may have shunned your for it, The way your curves look when you do your strut as you walk.. I love you young fly Haitian girl. 💗