✨The Beauty After Midnight✨
From The Ashes
There was a fire.
That plagued the land.
Taking with it the beauty, strength and pride.
Leaving it scortched, scarred and unfertile.
Mother mourned the loss of their children,
Flooding the land with her grief, pain and sorrow.
Her cries echoed through the skies,
Then died in her moment of silence.
From the ashes,
a seedling peeked out,
Can hardly be seen,
May never be heard.
But it will fight.
Until it gets what it deserves.
‘Come my daughter,
come to me,'
Said the mother,
as she stopped crying,
Smiling joyously.
A smile so bright,
piercing the soil
And running beneath
the surface.
From the ashes,
her daughter emerged.
Bathing herself under
the sun's glory,
While reminiscing in the wind of acceptance.
From the ashes,
a flower had bloomed.
A flower that will not
wilt or wither
on any season.
She will be strong,
in both heart and mind.
This I know.
For she is my daughter,
Yes, she is mine.
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✨The Beauty After Midnight✨ (Poetry)
Poesie"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)
