The blackness in my spirit

In the wisps of breath, leaving my lips in soft whispers.
The tilt of my silken fingers,
My luscious lips,
And fleshy hips.

The bob of my fro'
The dip of my neck,
Down, towards my collarbone.
Can you see it?

Soft and smooth, like dark chocolate.
Maybe with a mix of caramel.

The crookedness to my smile,
The coffee brown of my eyes,
The stretches on my bum,

The blackness in my spirit.

No, not darkness.
Just blackness.

The very blackness that defines me and you both.
The fire in our spirits.
Our will to fight.
Our strength to live.

The blackness in us,
Our lifeline,
Our sense of being.
Our motivational drive.

If all could see that blackness,
Like I do, with so much light,
Then we all could live right.

Written by: Aleeyah

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