Beautiful brown girl,
Melanated goddess
with skin the the colour of the Earth that feeds you.
How can anyone say you are not
Mother Nature's own
Daughter of the Moon
making waves in the industry
that was built to drown you.
Shine, my fire
light up their eyes and burn down their lies
And with warm hands, build up their hearts
Teach them to love, accept and Flourish
Like a tree by the riverside
May you sprout seeds that grow
a brighter sunrise
[She who walks the night radiating her light.
Realising that this too shall pass, as the phases of the moon do
The moon, who still shines when not whole
so you shine when only a sliver of a crescent remains.
As the moon absorbs the light from the sun and reflects
so does your melanin absorb and reflect
polished bronze
like the pillars of king Solomon's castle.]
YOU ARE READING
Withering Ties ✔
Poetry"Being disillusioned is realizing that the boy you changed your religion for did not love his god as much as you thought...and he'll never love you either." A writer is not only characterized by their bestselling novel. A writer is somebody who drea...
