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BLACK BEAUTY









photo credits: Debbie
By Ola Vincent Omotade
Full of beauty and grace 
Rare black Queen sitting high on your throne
No one can take your place
Your heart is full of pure gold
Never to be played with bought or sold
Your Love is Patient Your Love is kind
Always trying to bring joy to others even when you can’t do it for yourself
And keeping them close in mind
A good woman is what you are
A woman to whom is proud of who she is and what she stands for

Never seeking definition from whom she is with
A strong woman is what I see when I look at you
One who can pick up the small pieces of her broken heart
And carry on as if she was never hurt in the first place.
When talking about this woman I can’t help but smile
Knowing the woman I speak of stays between best and best when we talk about womanhood.

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