your face,
scattered with endless freckles,
as if the stars found their way to your skin.
your hair,
dark as midnight, calmed and kept.
your eyes,
a blue so beautiful,
even the sea yearn for such a beautiful blue.
your hands,
pale and fragile, but intertwined with someone else.
if you couldn't tell i'm jealous, i'm not good enough for him.
-to the boy who was my first like, you are still beautiful.
'Ci'Agea
YOU ARE READING
Endless poetry, from a black girl.
PuisiQuote: "I will shed all of this skin down to the very bone, beneath it if that's what it will take for you to come to realization that appreciate is not what makes a human beautiful." -Christopher Pointdexter. just some of my feelings jumbled up...
