✨Black girl so sweet My skin is infused with rich melanin
Shining, glistening in the light
My lips are plump echoeing the song
Beautiful a capella, melody strong 
The sweet honey stare of my eyes 
Looking up at the heavens into the skies
My natural hair it never flows
A blooming flower it still grows 
The span of my hips so wide 
Up and down in confidence I stride
Because I am black.
I am beautiful. -Ella Ab A book dedicated black MCU fans, since there are barely any to find. Enjoy loves✨

My words flow on the page, just as they flow smoothly out of my mouth, when I'm writing I'm free. Able to express myself in ways a lot of other can't. Living in the world of Harlem... Yeah Its difficult but I do it. Taking care of my little brother. Trying to find my mother, hoping that one day daddy will show up. Naw it won't happen. I find myself lost, stressed, irritated, and wanting to give up. Trying to find my wings to fly looking up at the sky and thinking why me? My name is Janae, but I go by Harlem... Maybe one day I will make it out. Be able to show my baby brother the world... Yeah.. One day. But for now, I'm documenting my story.. Giving you the run down. The 411. This is what I am, this is what I do. I. Am. Harlem.....

A young, adventurous girl who uses her devotion through art to face her struggles, as she goes through trials and tribulations to reach her dreams of becoming a famous writer. But, how far will she travel as the weight of her baggage---that she continues to launch---begins to evolve even more? Will she finally be able to let go and free willy, or will her enlarged baggage weigh her sea deep? Read and find out her beginning, major twists, and her final ending. This is the story of Dawn Brooks, a phenomenal woman.

He took my hand and walked me into my soul. And when he saw that my heart was just as dark as my world, he let the words from his lips be the guiding light to my life. He told me that he wouldn't let the wiles of this world consume me, and if anything, I should accept the spiritual justice of it being just us. Like ink on a paper, this poetic justice bleeds the authenticity of my life struggles. What can you say for yourself? -Elizabeth a.k.a "The Dark Flower"

Compton changed everything. In Riverdale, I used to be able to walk outside at night without having to worry about anything happening to me. I could walk outside in broad daylight and wouldn't have to worry about drive-by's. I used to be able to come home and be able to rely on a homemade meal made by mother-and my father sitting on the couch with her. But now, everything's changed. My dad dipped out on me and my mom, my mom and I are struggling to make ends meet, and I'm in these streets. Never would I imagined that myself, Egypt, would be out on the streets selling drugs to support myself. But if it helps me support me and my mother, I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Now I have responsibilities that I would've never expected, and people depend on me more than ever before. © all rights reserved // livythecreator