Long thing braids basket weaved

cascades down her shoulders

slightly curved, rounded

her smoth velvety rich black skin

contrasted exquisitely

with navey blue outfit

and tapered with white

looked absolutely splendid

Her soft rose and full saying

kiss me drew my eyes to her.

I had never seen such beauty.

The white women sitting beside her

seemed like a deskinned African woman

of the more homely variety

I knew then I had come home

I felt redeemed


About Writing for Fun

Writer, mother, counsellor, teacher, mediator, connector. Loves to write for fun. As thoughts come I record Follow @GOEYMAGE !function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=/^http:/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);;js.src=p+'://';fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document, 'script', 'twitter-wjs');
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