✨The Beauty After Midnight✨
Gift From Heaven
An angel has fallen,
Tarnishing her wings
As she landed in such a strange world.
She realised that she wasn't like the others,
So different,
That they shunned her,
Leaving her in the dark.
She was an angel, but that was unbeknownst to them.
They missaw her halo for horns,
And her crown for thorns,
And her skin for the ashes of hellfire.
She knew there was a purpose,
A purpose for her existence,
A purpose for her arrival,
A purpose for being.
She was a gift.
That wasn't meant to be accepted by all.
A gift.
Nothing shiny but she sure was colourful.
A gift from Heaven.
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✨The Beauty After Midnight✨ (Poetry)
Poetry"She is a mystery, She is a beauty, Who fuels envy, She is love, She is a blessing from above, She is a Black Woman" ~Truth Nostalgia (A Black Woman)
