Dear..

I always loved the curves of your hips and the richness of your skin. I loved the nappiness of your pony tail, how my hands get stuck in between the seams. I loved how the hair dripping down from the side of you does not resemble a train station. I loved how you pick up a book in the middle of bus rides and tested yourself to be a smarter individual. I loved how you were everything you wanted to be, and even if society may have shunned your for it... I love how you skin blows severely when you strut down the halls.. I love you, black girl.